Miss Winthrop won't be back till then.

I saw J.G.
last week, and I told him I'd accept his offer to try again." "What did he say ?" "He gave my left hand a big grip and said: 'Good!--and you'll win out this time.'" "Of course you will," nodded Billy, again, though still a little feverishly.

"And this time I sha'n't mind a bit if you do stay to luncheon, and break engagements with me, sir," she went on, tilting her chin archly, "for I shall know it's the portrait and not the sitter that's really keeping you.

Oh, you'll see what a fine artist's wife I'll make!" "The very best," declared Bertram so ardently that Billy blushed, and shook her head in reproof.
"Nonsense! I wasn't fishing.

I didn't mean it that way," she protested.
Then, as he tried to catch her, she laughed and danced teasingly out of his reach.
Because Bertram could not paint, therefore, Billy had him quite to herself these October days; nor did she hesitate to appropriate him.
Neither, on his part, was Bertram loath to be appropriated.