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the most delightful the two

being with his sister and friend, the three of them also came in contact with a

im the studios of many fellow-artists. But to Dorothy and to Lance a studio outside Westhaven was a fresh interest. Although she could

ound with the northern window save

curtains were partly drawn; they were91 a curious

s were the artis

this reason less popular. In landscapes and in

hree guests, Mr. Winsl

back, was drawn up in front of a meager fire. Wood was expensi

e and taste in the years when their owner had studied in France and Italy. There he had won the Prix de Rome. Not in those

the hissing behind the oriental curtains

they had planned, Lance, Dorothy and Tory seated themselves upon the great couch. There t

g almost the same

head, eyes darkly brown, with a melancholy expression even when his lips smiled. He was unusually tall, and this may partly have accounted for his ap

m as if they had been old friends. Yet Philip Winslow was a shy person, ordinarily talking but little hi

speak of him as one of the leaders in93 their

nce. This was when she shyly offered him her col

dying fire, while he sat in a small cha

en minutes

artin, who was now Lucy Hammond. Mr. and Mrs. Jeremy Hammond had formally adopted the child

ever, that she was too young and untrained for real portraiture. Her efforts were only simple drawings, with a good deal of boldness of color a

nds and turning his glance from one to the other. Apparently he was hardly aware now

n the position to chatter idly, as if she were not intensely anxious for Mr. Winslow's opinion of her wo

of his sister's dress, as if he would thus be sure of her presence. Dorothy, withou

for most. The devoted intimacy with her artist father had been interrupted by his second marriage and his wish that she be brought up among her mother's people and in her own country.95 Then the frie

that he dreaded telling her the truth for the sake

toria Fenton, had been able to see her at this instant, she would have recognized one of t

er lips, therefore, appeared redder and her wide eyes darker a

through the last of the ordeal. For the moment forgetting hi

sm should be unfavorable. She was young and would have the opportunity given her to go on struggling for years and years. Painting was not l

d in what he might say or

ast speaking, if onl

e inquired, holding up one of the small sket

lever people talk about art and I have watched my father work and have worked beside him for as long as I can remember. Until this winter father has believed

Winslow

her the hope of becoming an artist?" Tory demanded, desperate a

y. I am disappointed in your work; from what your

was angry and touched by the artist's expression. He seemed so

her despised sketches, Tory felt her hand seized

allantly, she was meet

have you trust my judgment altogether. What I meant was that I was surprised you do not know more of the technical98 side of your work with so successful an artist as your father is. You have originality, but you draw badly an

nce. No longer was she so deeply discouraged or unable to express herself. She knew him to be intensely critical both of his own wo

rently and to paint it?" Tory asked with the little charming

Winslow

won't. You are a girl and girls don't work, not really. But why should you? You know what my work has brought me: poverty

d light-hearted

ed beautiful manners which the other young people in Westhaven admired and oftentimes envied. Yet it was not p

would agree to teach me some day I must not mind anything else. I don't believe your work is so unpopular as you say it is. It is only that yo

flu

to feel as I did when I came to Westhaven to live last winter and thought no

appear offended by

e their own sister, Dorothy. Dorothy was altogether different. Lance knew that he was sufficiently like Tory in some characteristics to und

rely amused. "I have been talking to you as if you were a grown woman and now you inform me I should follow your exam

der a small blue velvet hat look

should like you to meet our Patrol of the Eagle's Wing Troop. Besides, it would do you good. Won't you come? The country is beautiful with its white covering of snow. My aunt, Miss Victoria Fenton, is a wonderful housekeeper and y

n and women adorning the artist's gray walls. His m

w returned Tory's la

illusioned and that, as in most cases, the

ut if your aunt and uncle would like to have me at any time, perhaps I'll come and look over other drawings you have done and tell you how poor they are. You are too young for anything but your t

m were preparing to leave, aware of having remained longer than they

Lance, fearing that he had not shown sufficient attention to h

r, fresh skin and straightforward blue eyes. An instant he considered that so a Greek girl might have appeared in the

nce, he put out his h

ieve we have seen each other before, her

hook hi

a friend in one of the other studios

oore, who won't have anything to do

stif

of Mr. Moore's p

hich he had declined to tell them without permission. It was of no importance. Moore was not an uncommon name. As a matter of fact, it was