shaking her forefinger, she said in a whisper:

"That's a portrait of _me!_"

"Why--ee!" exclaimed Sprite.

"That _is_ a picture of me!" declared Gwen. "Do you _dare_ to say it
doesn't look like me?"

Gwen's eyes were flashing, but the sea captain's little daughter was
no coward.

"Of course I dare," she said, "for your eyes are blue, and your hair
is light, while the little girl in the picture has brown eyes, and
brown curling hair."

"How do you know that my hair hasn't been that color, some time or
other?" Gwen asked sharply.

"I don't s'pose I do know," Sprite said simply, "but I don't _believe_
folks have brown hair and have it turn light yellow, and I don't believe
brown eyes turn blue, so I don't see how that little girl in the picture
is you."

Gwen was breathing fast. She was very angry, but she dared not say
harsh words yet.

She wanted this little Miss Seaford to like her, and to be willing to
play with her, so she only repeated: "I say that that little girl in
the picture _is me_!"