that _is_ sand-modeling--'s much as five dollars a day I've taken
in there."

Miss Holland recovered her social poise.

"I'd like to very much," she said cheerfully.

She and Julien walked on in silence. Suddenly he laughed, a little
jarringly. "Well," he said, "does that help you to place me?"

"I'm not trying to place you," she answered.

"Is that quite true?" he mocked.

"No; it isn't. It's a downright lie," said Bobbie finding courage to
raise her eyes to his.

"And now, I suppose, I shall be 'my good man' or something like that, to
you."

"Do you think it likely?"

"You called MacLachan that, you know," he reminded her.

"Long ago. When I was--when I didn't understand Our Square."

"And now, of course, our every feeling and thought is an open book to
your penetrating vision."

Her lip quivered. "I don't know why you should want to be so hateful to