Helen laid down her tools with an air of sudden determination.
"Why are you?" she asked, rather absently. "When Mrs. Fenton told me she had asked you to let me model your hands, she didn't mention your being interested in my art."
"Oh, I don't know anything about it," returned the other, with the utmost frankness, "only that Orin's a sculptor."
Helen smiled at the girl's naivete.
"And am I to congratulate you on Orin's success?"
Melissa blushed.
"Of course I am pleased," she answered, "especially for John's sake."
"And John?" Helen pursued, finishing her preparations for leaving her work.
"John is Orin's half-brother," Milly replied, in a voice and with a manner which made it unnecessary for Mrs. Greyson to question farther.
"I shall not work any more this morning," she said. "I have to go out."