"Had you told him that?"

"Of course. That's when I tried to get him to take the money. Cecily--"
The girl's voice shook a little. "You'll tell him, won't you, that he
_must_ keep on painting?"

"Why? Doesn't he intend to?"

"He said he'd painted himself out and he didn't think he'd ever _look_
at color again."

"He will," said the Bonnie Lassie wisely and comfortably. "Grief is just
as driving a taskmaster as lo--as other emotions."

"Grief!" The girl's color ebbed. "Cecily! You don't think I've hurt
him?"

The Bonnie Lassie caught her in a sudden hug.

"Bobbie, do you know what I'd do in your place?"

"No. What?"

"I'd go right--straight--back to Julien Tenney's studio." She paused
impressively.

"Yes?" said the other faintly.

"And I'd walk right--straight--up to Julien Tenney--" Another pause,
even more impressive.