master.'

'Do you copy much here?' asked Mildred.

'I paint portraits when I can get them to do; when I can't, I come
here and copy.... We're in the same boat,' she said, turning to Mr.
Hoskin. 'Mr. Hoskin paints beautiful landscapes as long as he can find
customers; when he can't, he undertakes to copy a Turner.'

Mildred noticed the expression that passed over her master's face. It
quickly disappeared, and he said, 'Will you take Miss Lawson to the
refreshment room, Miss Laurence? You're going there I suppose.'

'Yes, I'm going to the lunch-room, and shall be very glad to show Miss
Lawson the way.'

And, in company with quite a number of students, they walked through
the galleries. Mildred noticed that Miss Laurence's nose was hooked,
that her feet were small, and that she wore brown-leather shoes.
Suddenly Miss Laurence said 'This way,' and she went through a door
marked 'Students only.' Mr. Hoskin held the door open for her, they
went down some stone steps looking on a courtyard. Mr. Hoskin said, 'I
always think of Peter De Hooch when I go down these stairs. The
contrast between its twilight and the brightness of the courtyard is
quite in his manner.'

'And I always think how much I can afford to spend on my lunch,' said
Elsie laughing.

The men turned to the left top to go to their room, the women turned