"
Dick's heart stood still, and he came very near to being disgusted with
his queen who could do no wrong.
Dick's heart stood still, and he came very near to being disgusted with
his queen who could do no wrong.
Kipling - Poems
Then came another
Sunday. He dreaded and longed for the day always, but since the
red-haired girl had sketched him there was rather more dread than desire
in his mind.
He found that Maisie had entirely neglected his suggestions about
line-work. She had gone off at score filed with some absurd notion for a
"fancy head. " It cost Dick something to command his temper.
"What's the good of suggesting anything? " he said pointedly.
"Ah, but this will be a picture,--a real picture; and I know that Kami
will let me send it to the Salon. You don't mind, do you? "
"I suppose not. But you won't have time for the Salon. "
Maisie hesitated a little. She even felt uncomfortable.
"We're going over to France a month sooner because of it. I shall get
the idea sketched out here and work it up at Kami's.
"
Dick's heart stood still, and he came very near to being disgusted with
his queen who could do no wrong. "Just when I thought I had made some
headway, she goes off chasing butterflies. It's too maddening! "
There was no possibility of arguing, for the red-haired girl was in the
studio. Dick could only look unutterable reproach.
"I'm sorry," he said, "and I think you make a mistake. But what's the
idea of your new picture? "
"I took it from a book. "
"That's bad, to begin with. Books aren't the places for pictures.
And----"
"It's this," said the red-haired girl behind him. "I was reading it to
Maisie the other day from The City of Dreadful Night. D'you know the
book? "
"A little. I am sorry I spoke. There are pictures in it.
Sunday. He dreaded and longed for the day always, but since the
red-haired girl had sketched him there was rather more dread than desire
in his mind.
He found that Maisie had entirely neglected his suggestions about
line-work. She had gone off at score filed with some absurd notion for a
"fancy head. " It cost Dick something to command his temper.
"What's the good of suggesting anything? " he said pointedly.
"Ah, but this will be a picture,--a real picture; and I know that Kami
will let me send it to the Salon. You don't mind, do you? "
"I suppose not. But you won't have time for the Salon. "
Maisie hesitated a little. She even felt uncomfortable.
"We're going over to France a month sooner because of it. I shall get
the idea sketched out here and work it up at Kami's.
"
Dick's heart stood still, and he came very near to being disgusted with
his queen who could do no wrong. "Just when I thought I had made some
headway, she goes off chasing butterflies. It's too maddening! "
There was no possibility of arguing, for the red-haired girl was in the
studio. Dick could only look unutterable reproach.
"I'm sorry," he said, "and I think you make a mistake. But what's the
idea of your new picture? "
"I took it from a book. "
"That's bad, to begin with. Books aren't the places for pictures.
And----"
"It's this," said the red-haired girl behind him. "I was reading it to
Maisie the other day from The City of Dreadful Night. D'you know the
book? "
"A little. I am sorry I spoke. There are pictures in it.
