`` I have , for I feed upon a glance , a tint , a curve , with exquisite delight . Rubens is adorable -LRB- as a study -RRB- ; that lustrous eye , that night of hair , that sumptuous cheek , are perfect . He only needs a cloak , lace collar , and slouching hat to be the genuine thing . '' `` This is n't the genuine thing by any means . What does it need ? '' said Psyche , looking with a despondent air at the head on her stand . Many would have pronounced it a clever thing ; the nose was strictly Greek , the chin curved upward gracefully , the mouth was sweetly haughty , the brow classically smooth and low , and the breezy hair well done . But something was wanting ; Psyche felt that , and could have taken her Venus by the dimpled shoulders , and given her a hearty shake , if that would have put strength and spirit into the lifeless face . `` Now I am perfectly satisfied with my Apollo , though you all insist that it is the image of Theodore Smythe . He says so himself , and assures me it will make a sensation when we exhibit , '' remarked Miss Larkins , complacently caressing the ambrosial locks of her Smythified Phebus . `` What shall you do if it does not ? '' asked Miss Cutter , with elegance . `` I shall feel that I have mistaken my sphere , shall drop my tools , veil my bust , and cast myself into the arms of Nature , since Art rejects me ; '' replied Miss Larkins , with a tragic gesture and an expression which strongly suggested that in her eyes nature meant Theodore . `` She must have capacious arms if she is to receive all Art 's rejected admirers . Shall I be one of them ? '' Psyche put the question to herself as she turned to work , but somehow ambitious aspirations were not in a flourishing condition that morning ; her heart was not in tune , and head and hands sympathized . Nothing went well , for certain neglected home-duties had dogged her into town , and now worried her more than dust , or heat , or the ceaseless clatter of tongues . Tom , Dick , and Harry 's unmended hose persisted in dancing a spectral jig before her mental eye , mother 's querulous complaints spoilt the song she hummed to cheer herself , and little May 's wistful face put the goddess of beauty entirely out of countenance . `` It 's no use ; I ca n't work till the clay is wet again . Where is Giovanni ? ''
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