"Tell me what it is and we may come to terms." "I must explain," said Bowen, "that I am an artist.

In seeking for a face to sketch from, I have been struck by that of your child." "Of Ida ?" "Yes, if that is her name.

I will pay you five dollars if you will allow me to copy her face." "Well," she said, more graciously, "if that's all you want, I don't know as I have any objections.

I suppose you can copy her face here as well as anywhere ?" "I should prefer to have her come to my studio." "I shan't let her come," said Peg, decidedly.
"Then I will consent to your terms, and come here." "Do you want to begin now ?" "I should like to do so." "Come in, then.

Here, Ida, I want you." "Yes, Peg." "This gentleman wants to copy your face." Ida looked surprised.
"I am an artist," said the young man, with a reassuring smile.