in obstinate good humor.

"He's the most distinguished artist in America----"

"I've heard so."

"It would be a liberal education for a girl of your
training to know such a man----"

"I'll omit that course of instruction."

The younger woman was silent a moment, and a flush
of anger slowly mounted her temples. The blue eyes
were fixed reproachfully on her friend.

"You really thought that I would pose?"

"I hoped so."

"Alone with a man in his studio for hours?"

Jane Anderson lifted her dark brows.

"Why, no, I hardly expected that! I'm sure he
would take his easel and palette out into the square in
front of the Plaza Hotel and let you sit on the base of
the Sherman monument. The crowds would cheer and
inspire him--bah! Can't you have a little common-
sense? There are a few brutes among artists, as there
are in all professions--even among the superintendents