deciding on the pose.''

``Did you find one--to suit?''

``Find one!'' The artist made a despairing
gesture. ``I found a dozen that I wanted. The
trouble was to tell which I wanted the most.''

Billy gave a nervous little laugh.

``Isn't that--unusual?'' she asked.

Bertram lifted his eyebrows with a quizzical
smile.

``Well, they aren't all Marguerite Winthrops,''
he reminded her.

``Marguerite!'' cried Billy. ``Oh, is her name
Marguerite? I do think Marguerite is the dearest
name!'' Billy's eyes and voice were wistful.

``I don't--not the _dearest_. Oh, it's all well
enough, of course, but it can't be compared for
a moment to--well, say, `Billy'!''

Billy smiled, but she shook her head.

``I'm afraid you're not a good judge of names,''
she objected.