"You did! And—and—well?" she fluttered back.
"It will take hard work."
"Oh, I know that!"
"And it will take time."
"Yes, that is the worst of it. I don't see how I can give the time."
"Why?" he asked.
"Oh, because—I can't very well be away from home." She colored as she said this, for she could have been away from home well enough if she had the money. "I thought I would come and try it for one winter."
He said lightly, "Perhaps you'll get so much interested that you'll find you can take more time."
"I don't know," she answered.
"Well, then, you must get in all the work you can this winter. Block hands are well enough, but they're not the whole of art nor the whole preparation for it."