“There is the famous barn where Charles the First hid himself, I don't suppose the authorities would allow me to turn that into a studio.”
“No, probably not; but I think you might find a house that would do.”
“What nonsense, Maggie,” said Sally, who began to grow jealous of her sister.
“Why is it nonsense? I see no reason why Frank shouldn't come to some arrangement with the smith, and turn his house into a studio.”
“Which is the smith's house? I'll tell you in a moment if it could be turned into a studio.”
“That house standing quite by itself in the corner of the green.”
“That tall narrow house with the bit of broken wall and the elder bushes?”
“Yes.”
“I daresay I could rig up a very nice studio out of that place, indeed it looks quite picturesque amid its elder bushes. There is the stile, and there is the cornfield. But I couldn't live there.”
“No, you would live at Mrs. Heald's, and you could walk over every morning to the studio.”