"There comes Hans," said Mrs Meyrick. "Stand still, and let us hear what he says about the dress. Artists are the best people to consult about such things."
"You don't consult me, ma," said Kate, lifting up her eyebrow with a playful complainingness. "I notice mothers are like the people I deal with—the girls' doings are always priced low."
"My dear child, the boys are such a trouble—we could never put up with them, if we didn't make believe they were worth more," said Mrs Meyrick, just as her boy entered. "Hans, we want your opinion about Mirah's dress. A great event has happened. Klesmer has been here, and she is going to sing at his house on Wednesday among grand people. She thinks this dress will do."
"Let me see," said Hans. Mirah in her child-like way turned towards him to be looked at; and he, going to a little further distance, knelt with one knee on a hassock to survey her.
"This would be thought a very good stage-dress for me," she said, pleadingly, "in a part where I was to come on as a poor Jewess and sing to fashionable Christians."
"It would be effective," said Hans, with a con-
