“You want to stand back a little,” he suggested over the rail.
Mrs. Porter looked up.
“Oh, there you are!” she said.
“Yes, here I am,” agreed Kirk affably.
“Is this yours?”
“It is.”
“You painted it?”
“I did.”
“It is poor. It shows a certain feeling for colour, but the drawing is weak,” said Mrs. Porter. For this wonderful woman was as competent at art criticism as at automobile driving and first aid. “Where did you study?”
“In Paris, if you could call it studying. I’m afraid I was not the model pupil.”