to be afraid of her; but you are never afraid of any one, are you? And you'd understand why she laughs. Oh yes, you'd like Anna."
"You are a very devoted friend," said Askett.
"I believe I do like her better than any one else I know," admitted Anna.
"Better than yourself?"
"Much better," she said, and began laughing again with no apparent reason.
"Oh dear," said Askett, "is it that joke again?"
But she was afraid of rousing his suspicions, and evaded his question. She was very anxious, just then, that his suspicions should not be roused.
When she left, he asked her again if she would not like to have a holiday till the end of the week.
"Am I such a very bad model then?" she asked.
"You are the most irritating model I have ever endured, but you can come back at two to-morrow," was his reply.
Several times that evening, she took up her pen to write and tell him that she would not come any more, and each time she laid it down again, and jerked her small chin into the air, and vowed she would go through with it.
"It is an adventure," she said, "and it is too rare to be wasted."
"So for the sake of an adventure, she knocked once more at the door of Askett's studio. He opened it immediately, and held out his hand in greeting; but he was very businesslike in his manner, and set to work directly she was ready.
"I shall try your profile to-day," he said, screwing up his easel.
"You'll regret it," observed Anna.
