figure-it

Updated: May 23, 2025

"Let's suspend the sitting, Felicity," he cried, "and show our work." Mary looked about her. Her old home was almost unchanged. There was the painted bureau, the divan, the big easel, the model throne where she had posed as Danae. It was unchanged, yet how different. From the throne stepped down a small svelt figure-it rippled toward her, its gown shimmering like a fire seen through water.

Beatrice Forbes-Robertson Hale - The Nest Builder