He had not yet
learned patience with the maiden to whom her work was all in all.
learned patience with the maiden to whom her work was all in all.
Kipling - Poems
I'll go to Maisie at once.
"
Fortunately, the red-haired girl was out shopping when he arrived, and
Maisie in a paint-spattered blouse was warring with her canvas. She was
not pleased to see him; for week-day visits were a stretch of the bond;
and it needed all his courage to explain his errand.
"I know you've been working too hard," he concluded, with an air of
authority. "If you do that, you'll break down. You had much better
come. "
"Where? " said Maisie, wearily. She had been standing before her easel
too long, and was very tired.
"Anywhere you please. We'll take a train tomorrow and see where it
stops. We'll have lunch somewhere, and I'll bring you back in the
evening. "
"If there's a good working light tomorrow, I lose a day. " Maisie
balanced the heavy white chestnut palette irresolutely.
Dick bit back an oath that was hurrying to his lips.
He had not yet
learned patience with the maiden to whom her work was all in all.
"You'll lose ever so many more, dear, if you use every hour of working
light. Overwork's only murderous idleness. Don't be unreasonable. I'll
call for you tomorrow after breakfast early. "
"But surely you are going to ask----"
"No, I am not. I want you and nobody else. Besides, she hates me as much
as I hate her. She won't care to come. Tomorrow, then; and pray that we
get sunshine. "
Dick went away delighted, and by consequence did no work whatever.
He strangled a wild desire to order a special train, but bought a great
gray kangaroo cloak lined with glossy black marten, and then retired
into himself to consider things.
"I'm going out for the day tomorrow with Dick," said Maisie to the
red-haired girl when the latter returned, tired, from marketing in the
Edgware road.
"He deserves it. I shall have the studio floor thoroughly scrubbed while
you're away. It's very dirty.
Fortunately, the red-haired girl was out shopping when he arrived, and
Maisie in a paint-spattered blouse was warring with her canvas. She was
not pleased to see him; for week-day visits were a stretch of the bond;
and it needed all his courage to explain his errand.
"I know you've been working too hard," he concluded, with an air of
authority. "If you do that, you'll break down. You had much better
come. "
"Where? " said Maisie, wearily. She had been standing before her easel
too long, and was very tired.
"Anywhere you please. We'll take a train tomorrow and see where it
stops. We'll have lunch somewhere, and I'll bring you back in the
evening. "
"If there's a good working light tomorrow, I lose a day. " Maisie
balanced the heavy white chestnut palette irresolutely.
Dick bit back an oath that was hurrying to his lips.
He had not yet
learned patience with the maiden to whom her work was all in all.
"You'll lose ever so many more, dear, if you use every hour of working
light. Overwork's only murderous idleness. Don't be unreasonable. I'll
call for you tomorrow after breakfast early. "
"But surely you are going to ask----"
"No, I am not. I want you and nobody else. Besides, she hates me as much
as I hate her. She won't care to come. Tomorrow, then; and pray that we
get sunshine. "
Dick went away delighted, and by consequence did no work whatever.
He strangled a wild desire to order a special train, but bought a great
gray kangaroo cloak lined with glossy black marten, and then retired
into himself to consider things.
"I'm going out for the day tomorrow with Dick," said Maisie to the
red-haired girl when the latter returned, tired, from marketing in the
Edgware road.
"He deserves it. I shall have the studio floor thoroughly scrubbed while
you're away. It's very dirty.
