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"If thou hast taken the common clay,
And thy hands be not free
From the taint of the soil, thou hast made thy spoil
The greater shame to thee."
--The Two Potters
HE DID no work of any kind for the rest of the week. Then came another Sunday.
He dreaded and longed for the day always, but since the red-haired girl had
sketched him there was rather more dread than desire in his mind.
He found that Maisie had entirely neglected his suggestions about line-work.
She had gone off at score filed with some absurd notion for a "fancy head." It
cost Dick something to command his temper.
"What's the good of suggesting anything?" he said pointedly.
"Ah, but this will be a picture,--a real picture; and I know that Kami will let
me send it to the Salon. You don't mind, do you?"
"I suppose not. But you won't have time for the Salon."
Maisie hesitated a little. She even felt uncomfortable.
"We're going over to France a month sooner because of it. I shall get the idea
sketched out here and work it up at Kami"s.
Dick's heart stood still, and he came very near to being disgusted with his
queen who could do no wrong. "Just when I thought I had made some headway, she
goes off chasing butterflies.
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