Mrs. Fabian raised her lorgnette.
"Why, it's you, Mary; and it's capital!" she ejaculated.
Another and another sheet was offered for her inspection.
"Why, they're all of you. The artist must be in love with you."
Mary Sidney gave her a slight smile. "I hope so, a little, but it was Hobson's choice when it came to models. Phil seldom could get any one beside me. Here's one of his father. He had to do it slyly behind a newspaper, for Allan is rather impatient of Phil's tendency."
"So that is what your boy is at! It's real talent, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," returned the mother with quiet conviction.
"And where is he studying?"
"He has never studied anything but mining engineering. He is working with his father here."