"Only moderately so. The girl works hard and is pathetically ambitious, but it takes more than that to win a prize."
"You seem to know Miss Coulter well," Penny remarked.
"Yes, indeed. I might call myself her best friend."
"Are you an artist?" Susan questioned. Before the other could respond, a nicely dressed woman paused for a moment to admire the Black Imp.
"You are to be congratulated, Miss Coulter," she said, addressing the girl. "Your work has power. It deserves to win the prize."
The woman moved on and Penny and Susan found themselves staring at their new acquaintance in amazement.
"Are you Amy Coulter?" Penny gasped.
The girl smilingly admitted that she was. "I wanted to learn what you really thought of my little figure," she declared.
Penny and Susan assured her again that they liked it better than any piece they had seen.
"You don't look a bit like I imagined a famous sculptress would," Susan said, slightly in awe.