Theyevenspentsometimeintheartgallery。Trina’scousinSelina，whogavelessonsinhandpaintingattwobitsanhour，generallyhadanexhibitonthewalls，whichtheywereinterestedtofind。Itusuallywasabunchofyellowpoppiespaintedonblackvelvetandframedingilt。Theystoodbeforeitsomelittletime，hazardingtheiropinions，andthenmovedonslowlyfromonepicturetoanother。TrinahadMcTeaguebuyacatalogueandmadeadutyoffindingthetitleofeverypicture。This，too，shetoldMcTeague，asakindofeducationoneoughttocultivate。Trinaprofessedtobefondofart，havingperhapsacquiredatasteforpaintingandsculpturefromherexperiencewiththeNoah’sarkanimals。
“Ofcourse，“shetoldthedentist，“I’mnocritic，IonlyknowwhatIlike。“Sheknewthatshelikedthe“IdealHeads，“lovelygirlswithflowingstraw-coloredhairandimmense，upturnedeyes。Thesealwayshadfortitle，“Reverie，“or“AnIdyll，“or“DreamsofLove。“
“Ithinkthosearelovely，don’tyou，Mac？“shesaid。
“Yes，yes，“answeredMcTeague，noddinghishead，bewildered，tryingtounderstand。“Yes，yes，lovely，that’stheword。
Areyoudeadsurenow，Trina，thatallthat’shand-paintedjustlikethepoppies？“