"Pose?"

"You've only got to stand still and look like a chunk of wood. You
can do that, surely?"

"I can do that," said Archie.

"Then come along down to my studio to-morrow."

"Eight-o!" said Archie.




CHAPTER V

STRANGE EXPERIENCES OF AN ARTIST'S MODEL


"I say, old thing!"

Archie spoke plaintively. Already he was looking back ruefully to
the time when he had supposed that an artist's model had a soft job.
In the first five minutes muscles which he had not been aware that
he possessed had started to ache like neglected teeth. His respect
for the toughness and durability of artists' models was now solid.
How they acquired the stamina to go through this sort of thing all
day and then bound off to Bohemian revels at night was more than he
could understand.