“Didn’t one of the artists want to paint your portrait.”
“They all did. I’ve promised at least twenty sittings.”
“Come nearer to the lamp fair child that I may be even more dazzled by thy splendour.”
“I’m awfully glad you like them—they’ll have to go on for ever.”
“Where on earth did you find the money child?”
“Borrowed it from Harry. It was her idea. You see I shall get four pounds for my four weeks’ holiday; and if I go to stay with them it won’t cost me anything; so she advanced me two pounds.”
“And you got all this for two pounds?”
“Practically; the hat was ten and six and the other things twenty seven and six and the gloves half a crown.”
“Where did you get them?”
“Edgware Road.”