THE PICTURE.   H, Madge, just stay as you are; there—your head a little more turned this way." "But, Raymond, I can't possibly make the toast if I do." "Never mind the toast; I shan't be many minutes," said the boy who was painting in the window, while he mixed some colours in an excited, eager manner. "The fire is very hot. Mayn't I move just to one side?" "No; it is the way that the firelight is falling on your hair and cheek... more...