Celibates by George (George Augustus) Moore
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the old school, it is true, but his work is interesting all the same.'
The English and American girls were dressed like Elsie and Cissy in cheap linen dresses; one of the French artists was living with a cocotte. She was dressed more elaborately; somewhat like Mildred, Elsie remarked, and the girls laughed, and sat down to their bowls of coffee. Morton and Elsie's young man were almost the last to arrive. Swinging their paint-boxes they came forward talking gaily. 'Yours is the best looking,' said Elsie. 'Perhaps you'd like to get him from me.' 'No, I never do that.' 'What about Rose?' Mildred bit her lips, and Elsie couldn't help thinking, 'How cruel she is, she likes to make that poor little thing miserable. It's only vanity, for I don't suppose she cares for Morton.' Those who were painting in the adjoining fields and forest said they would be back to the second breakfast at noon, those who were going further, and whose convenience it did not suit to return, took sandwiches with them. Morton was talking to Rose, but Mildred soon got his attention. 'You're going to paint in the forest,' she said, 'I wonder what your |
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