Io Make-Believe

vigorously, until he had done more than
was required of him, and his conscience,
relenting, told him he might idle again.

A happy indisposition—the spring-time
usually found him in need of a holiday—
had taken him to a little western village,
and for days he had idled delightfully.
Then, one morning, he visited a studio
where a man was working, and, remem-
bering after a time how he himself hated
interruptions when he was at his desk, he
apologised for the intrusion and descended
into the garden.

Doris was picking the last of the daffo-
dils, and regarded him gravely as he
approached and introduced himself.

‘“‘T know you very well, it seems to me,”
said the Visitor. “Ive seen you so often
in pictures that eo

‘“O!” she answered ; “I’m sitting again
this year, worse luck! Horrid!”

“ But surely ” began the Visitor.

“It’s only sixpence an hour,” she con-
tinued.