"I'm not going to sit still," piped Effie.
"Remember Vivien's coming back," warned Marjorie.
"She won't come back for a few minutes!" grinned Effie, hopping between the desks, "and I don't care if she does, either! I'm not afraid of Vivien! She may jaw away as much as she likes. It amuses her, and it doesn't hurt me. So there we are. See?"
Some of the girls sniggered, and Effie, encouraged by popular approbation, waxed more reckless still. She danced to the blackboard, seized the chalk, and began to draw.
"Here's Vivien's portrait," she announced. "This is her long nose, and this is her mouth, and this is her hair."
"Oh, it is like her!" chirruped Gracie.
"The very image!" hinnied Doris.
"Shut up, Effie, and rub it off, you silly cockchafer," recommended Marjorie, giggling in spite of herself.
"No, no! I haven't finished. I must put her blouse and swanky tie. Wait a sec!" cried the artist, drawing in those details and adding a large balloon issuing from the mouth of her model, and containing the words: "No talking, girls!"
"You'll be caught," urged Marjorie, seizing the duster to clean the blackboard. Effie snatched it out of her hand.