n reproduced in art journals and illustrated
papers, and in the opinion of the critics was almost Mr. Castleton's
best piece of work. To Lorraine's great joy, "Kilmeny" also came in for
a share of notice in the newspaper reviews, and one day a letter arrived
at the studio by the harbour, containing a special invitation for the
picture to be exhibited at an important provincial art gallery in the
autumn. Such invitations are the swallows of an artist's summer of
success, and Margaret Lindsay's eyes shone, as she showed Lorraine the
official document with the city arms heading the paper.

"You've been my mascot, you see!" she said brightly. "I've tried to get
into that particular exhibition time after time, and always had my
pictures rejected. And now, just to think that I'm specially invited,
and a place of honour kept for my 'Kilmeny'! I feel an inch taller! I
must paint you in the sunset again, Lorraine!"

Lorraine, curled up on the window-seat, turning over art magazines,
shook her head.

"Don't repeat yourself!" she advised. "Why not paint the dawn instead?
It's just as beautiful as sunset--more so, I think, and would give you a
different scheme of colour, all opal and pearly pink, instead of golden
and brown. Can't you choose some other fairy-tale heroine?"

"Yes--the Dawn Princess! I can see her in imagination, standing at the
edge of the waves, with a rosy sky behind her, and trails of sea-weed
under her bare feet. I believe it would be a companion picture to
'Kilmeny'! If I can paint it in time, I'll see if the Art Gallery will
consent to exhibit the pair. I'm actually getting ambitious. Will you
stand as model again?"

"With all the pleasure in life, any time and anywhere you want me! I'm
yours to command!"

A good and adequate picture of the dawn was not so easy to paint as a
sunset. They were on the west coast, and, in order to get the effect of
the sun rising over the sea, it was necessary to be on some promontory
where they could look eastwards over a stretch of water. The only
headland which answered the required points of the compass was Giant's
Tor Point, which jutted out in a curve from the mainland, with the whole
of Pendragon Bay between it and the opposite point of the coast. The
sandy beach under its shelter had been named "Smugglers' Cove". It
was several miles away from Porthkeverne, so unless they could walk
there by moonlight, it would be quite impossible to reach it in time to
witness fro