"We played as brats together, didn't we?
"Yes," she added meditatively, when following Lambert into his studio, "I think we are as chummy as a man and woman well can be." "True enough.

You were always a good sort, Clara.

How well you are looking--more of a man than ever." "Oh, stop that!" said Miss Greeby roughly.
"Why ?" Lambert raised his eyebrows.

"As a girl you always liked to be thought manly, and said again and again that you wished you were a boy." "I find that I am a woman, after all," sighed the visitor, dropping into a chair and looking round; "with a woman's feelings, too." "And very nice those feelings are, since they have influenced you to pay me a visit in the wilds," remarked the artist imperturbably.
"What are you doing in the wilds ?" "Painting," was the laconic retort.
"So I see.

Still-life pictures ?" "Not exactly." He pointed toward the easel.