57. I imagine these things are about fifty years old and probably graced some little table of some poor interior as an imagined touch of class. As a matter of fact, there were two objects of this sort that my mother kept on the ledge of a window near the front door, at the foot of the stairs.
58. There were two figures cast in plaster, one was a shepherd and the other was a shepherdess. The shepherd was on the left of the window-sill, and from that position he gazed longingly at the shepherdess who was two feet away, who looked at him coyly over her shoulder.
59. They were poly-chrome sculpture, glazed in multiple colors, but mostly pastel tints. These two figures were the only sculpture I ever came across in my childhood excepting some full sized figures of Civil War heroes, and a life-sized bronze of General Lafayette, down on Lafayette Street.