“Just a moment, please ma’am!” answered the woman’s pleasant voice, and presently she emerged, still leading the child by the hand. Reluctantly the little thing came out from behind the screen, a thin, white body; then suddenly she broke violently away from her mother and disappeared again.
“Saints deliver us!” said the woman with a sigh. “Did you ever see the like?”
And she went after the child, and evidently tried to drag it out, for it began to cry, in a low, hoarse little voice.
“No! No! I can’t! No, Mommer! I can’t!”
“Naughty little thing!” said one of the serious students, with a frown.
But Miss Julie had got up and gone behind the screen.
“What’s the matter?” she demanded, with severity.
“That child!” said the mother. “She’s that obstinate there is no reasoning with her at all. She’s made up her mind she will not stand out there for the young ladies to draw.”
“Why?” demanded Miss Julie.
“Some silly notion,” said the mother.