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"Oh," she said innocently, "I never thought of that! But wouldn't it be wrong?"

"She's got the whole thing stereotyped But it's dainty type anyhow," he thought "Of course it wouldn't be wrong," he said "It wouldn't hurt hi unless it hurts soerly, "that's what I think But all the same it doesn't seeet nothing in return"

"Well played! We're getting on!" he thought, and added aloud: "But perhaps I shan't get nothing in return?"

Her eyes dropped over the wonderful thought that perhaps she ht at hih his armour of coa I could, you know," she said eagerly, "because it is so awfully kind of you, and I do so want to be able to paint What can I do?"

"What can you do?" he asked, and brought his face a little nearer to the pretty flushed freckled face under the shabby hat Her eyes , and drew back

"Well, for one thing you could let me paint your portrait"

Betty was silent

"Coed inwardly

When she spoke her voice trembled

"I don't kno to thank you," she said

"And you will?"

"Oh, I will; indeed I will!"

"How good and sweet you are," he said Then there was a silence

Betty tightened the strap of her sketching things and said: "I think I ought to go home now"

He had the appropriate counter ready

"Ah, don't go yet!" he said; "let us sit down; see, that bank is quite in the shade now, and tell me--"

"Tell you what?" she asked, for he hadabout yourself"

Betty was as incapable of flight as any bird on a li

She walked beside hi, and he lay at her feet, looking up into her eyes He asked idle questions: she answered them with a conscientious tremulous truthfulness that showed to him as the most finished art And it seemed to him a very fortunate accident that he should have found here, in this unlikely spot, so accoaareatly relish a skilled adversary Betty told hi that he asked to know, but all the while the undercurrent of questions rang strong within her--"When is he to teach me? Where? How?"--so that when at last there was left but the bare fifteen et one home in time for the ain?"