“Just those!” she answered, pointing to the transparencies. “There isn’t any place for me to draw here.”
“Very pretty!” said Nick. “Are you going to be a professional artist?”
“I hope so. It takes years, though.”
She was silent for a moment; then she went on, dejectedly:
“Sometimes I think I never will succeed. I don’t seem to improve. And I love it so——”
“Don’t take it so seriously.”
“I have to. I’ve got to earn a living by it.”
“I don’t believe you’ll ever have to earn your living,” said Nick. “Not a girl as—lovely as you.”
She blushed painfully, even her neck grew scarlet. And he felt his own face grow hot.
“I...” he began. “There are sure to be plenty of men who’ll want to do that for you.”