G.Winthrop's daughter, you know, besides the merit of the likeness itself." "Yes; yes, indeed!" Billy cleared her throat again.

"You've seen her, of course, lately ?" "Oh, yes.

I was there half the morning discussing the details--sittings and costume, and deciding on the pose." "Did you find one--to suit ?" "Find one!" The artist made a despairing gesture.

"I found a dozen that I wanted.

The trouble was to tell which I wanted the most." Billy gave a nervous little laugh.
"Isn't that--unusual ?" she asked.
Bertram lifted his eyebrows with a quizzical smile.
"Well, they aren't all Marguerite Winthrops," he reminded her.
"Marguerite!" cried Billy.