They said I'd slay your Art, stifle your Ambition, destroy your Inspiration, and be a nuisance generally.

And Kate said--" "Yes.

Well, never mind what Kate said," interrupted the man, savagely.
Billy laughed, and gave his ear a playful tweak.
"All right; but I'm not going to do it, you know--spoil your career, sir.

You just wait," she continued dramatically.

"The minute your arm gets so you can paint, I myself shall conduct you to your studio, thrust the brushes into your hand, fill your palette with all the colors of the rainbow, and order you to paint, my lord, paint! But--until then I'm going to have you all I like," she finished, with a complete change of manner, nestling into the ready curve of his good left arm.
"You witch!" laughed the man, fondly.