"I did, indeed," Mr. Morrow answered promptly, while Mrs. Morrow
asked some more questions.

Joy answered them.

"And I would be able to earn enough money for all those things in
the window by Friday?" she ended.

The Morrows smiled and glanced at each other. Joy did not know, till
some months later, why they smiled. Then they spoke, nearly together.

"Yes, indeed, dear child--quite enough!"

Joy was reassured, because, though she didn't know model-prices, she
had been afraid that it wouldn't be.

Then they gave her some purple draperies--the satins wouldn't do,
after all, it appeared--and arranged her in them. And, to
anticipate, when Joy went out to that statehouse, the next year, she
was able to pick out her own bronze-gold braids and purple royalties
all up and down the frieze.

"By Jove, she _is_ a good model!" said Mr. Morrow after a
couple of hours, pulling at his pointed gray beard and speaking
enthusiastically in his soft artist-voice.

"Splendid!" said untidy, handsome Mrs. Morrow, sitting down on the
model-throne to view her own work the better. "But she must be ready
to drop, aren't you, Joy, dear? You aren't used to it."