But I couldn't help thinking of the next time--always the next time." "The next time ?" Billy's eyes were slightly puzzled.
"That I exhibit, I mean.

The Bohemian Ten hold their exhibition next month, you know.

I shall show just one picture--the portrait of Miss Winthrop." "Oh, Bertram!" "It'll be 'Oh, Bertram!' then, dear, if it isn't a success," he sighed.
"I don't believe you realize yet what that thing is going to mean for me." "Well, I should think I might," retorted Billy, a little tremulously, "after all I've heard about it.

I should think _everybody_ knew you were doing it, Bertram.

Actually, I'm not sure Marie's scrub-lady won't ask me some day how Mr.Bertram's picture is coming on!" "That's the dickens of it, in a way," sighed Bertram, with a faint smile.