During the winter Annan went three times to the Coast. Both, however, thought it best that he should not remain.
Eris made three pictures. Two were the species known as feature pictures; the third a super-picture.
She was paid for her work five hundred dollars a week. She was offered twice as much to sign for another year. Then twice as much again.
To Annan she wrote:
“I had to tell them that circumstances beyond my control might interfere. I meant children, darling, but did not consider it necessary to be more definite.”
As for Annan, excepting his brief journeys to the Coast, he passed a miserable, apathetic, unreal winter.
To Coltfoot it was painfully plain where was the true and only source of the boy’s inspiration.
Everything else now appeared to be only a sort of native ability polished with usage to cleverness where technical fluency and journalistic nimbleness in narrative did brilliant duty for the real thing.