Dick bit back an oath that was hurrying to his lips. He had not yet learned
patience with the maiden to whom her work was all in all.
"You'll lose ever so many more, dear, if you use every hour of working light.
Overwork's only murderous idleness. Don't be unreasonable. I'll
call for you tomorrow after breakfast early."
"But surely you are going to ask----"
"No, I am not. I want you and nobody else. Besides, she hates me as much as I
hate her. She won't care to come. Tomorrow, then; and pray that we get
sunshine."
Dick went away delighted, and by consequence did no work whatever.
He strangled a wild desire to order a special train, but bought a great gray
kangaroo cloak lined with glossy black marten, and then retired into himself to
consider things.
"I'm going out for the day tomorrow with Dick," said Maisie to the red-haired
girl when the latter returned, tired, from marketing in the Edgware road.
"He deserves it. I shall have the studio floor thoroughly scrubbed while you're
away. It's very dirty."
Maisie had enjoyed no sort of holiday for months and looked forward to the
little excitement, but not without misgivings.
"There's nobody nicer than Dick when he talks sensibly, she thought, "but I'm
sure he'll be silly and worry me, and I'm sure I can't tell him anything he'd
like to hear.
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