g, I'll feel it
was worth it."

There was no one in the modeling room but Naskowski, the silent,
heavy-shouldered Slav who toiled early and late making up for his lost
youth. Him Patricia held to be as impersonal as any of the other
furnishings of the room, and she readily took him into her plan.

"Let's wheel all the stands into a circle around the model stand," she
said briskly. "You see, I want them all to get them at once if I can
work it. I'll put the figures in under the cloths, beside each head,
so they won't show."

Naskowski slowly shook his head.

"They will approach at different times--not? It will be more better to
place them during the first rest."

"But how can I?" insisted Patricia. "They don't all go out at the
rests, you know."

He held up his finger.

"Listen," he said, impressively. "I make a figure that they all wish
to see, but I have not shown him. Well, when I show him, at the rest,
all, all go out to the clay room to see."

Patricia clapped her hands.

"And I stay in and slip the figures on the stands! How nice! It's
awfully good of you." She broke off with a sudden clouding of her
gayety. "But perhaps you don't really want them to see your figure? I
couldn't have you----"

He interrupted her with an upheld hand.

"I was to exhibit it today, and I am pleased to be serviceable to a
newcomer at once," he said gravely.

Patricia was only too glad to give in. "That makes it perfectly
simple, then," she said gratefully. "I'm tremendously obliged to you
for helping me out."

"It iss nothing," said Naskowski stolidly as he went back to the clay
room, but Patricia could see that he was pleased at the ardor of her
gratitude.

"He's an awfully good sort, if he is queer and stubby," she said,
pausing to hide her parcel beneath her stand until the propitious
moment.

The first half hour seemed longer than any that Patricia had spent in
the modeling room. The students straggled in at various times, and
when the gong rang there were still several of the usual number who had
not appeared. Naskowski, as the class broke up for the brief interval,
found chance to whisper a suggestion that she postpone it till the next
rest, and Patricia eagerly agreed.

"I'll go look up my sister and tell her," she said. "We can smuggle
her into the clay room, too, to see your work, can't we? I know she'd
be crazy to get a glimpse of it, and then she might get a snap-shot at
the fun in her