extra thought. She was wrapped too deeply
in her art to have any thought of lovers, besides she was not at all
romantic; all her cravings for affection were satisfied in the home
circle, and the deeper fountains of her heart, that, once reached,
would be a well-spring of deathless unchanged devotion, lay deeply
buried now. So it was that Roger Congreve had met the first woman whom
he could not attract in some way, who won from him the strongest
feelings, and gave him nothing in return but polite friendliness; and
that she should be nothing but a seventeen year old girl, was something
rather humiliating. When the study on the head began, as it did the next
day, it was both a pleasure and almost a pain to him to feel that he
might as well have been a piece of statuary as for all the attention she
gave him, aside from the long careful looks her thoughtful eyes bestowed
on some particular curve to his nose, or expression about his mouth. But
then it gave him plenty of time to study the quiet face, with its clear
colorlessness, the lowered eyelids with curling lashes, the nose, that
was purely aristocratic in its fine outline, and the wavy sweep of brown
hair from the high, white brow. The study was always a pleasure to him,
and made ten times stronger his resolve to win some feeling and
expression thereof from her.

"Are you sleepy?" Olive asked once, when he had fallen into a reverie,
and was regarding her with eyes dreamily tender. "I'm ready for your
eyes now, and that expression will never do. I've put your head and face
in an expression of strong defiance, and those eyes would ruin it. Look
real angry for a minute, and let me catch the expression!--no, not that
way, it's too fierce; but just steady and earnest, as though you were
determined to do something, whether or no."

"Very well; look at me now," he said, turning his eyes on her with a
flash of determination, such as set her pencil to work in a hurry. "I
want to tell you that I have made up my mind to do a certain thing,
which I will tell you about when accomplished."

She was too busy replacing that look on paper to heed the gracious
promise; and he had the questionable pleasure of knowing that he was
entirely forgotten for the next few minutes, save in the capacity of a
model, and that thought accomplished what Olive wanted, for it kept that
look of roused defiance in his eyes.

Occasionally old Mr. Congreve would come into the gallery and take a
look at th