The face you would not be surprised to see on some small-town parson, and so it is a little disconcerting to see it surrounded by delicate ringlets and fine lawn. Is the look in those black eyes gentle or stern? What is she knitting that is so red against her severe black dress? Her face is rather hard and her back unforgivingly straight, and yet her feet sticking out like that give her a curious casualness. The Gothic chair and the homely little dog-like workbasket only add to the ambiguity.