A white line of sculpture gleamed on either side behind a rail of brass.
"Down here," he said.

"I saved it for the last.

The beggar's painted--me!" It was Kenny in a painter's smock intent upon a palette, vividly, whimsically, delightfully Kenny.

There was tenderness and sympathy in Sid's portrayal.
Joan clung to his hand in delight.
And was it all Bohemia, she asked.
Ah! admitted Kenny twinkling, there you had him.

Bohemia, he fancied, was always wherever you yourself were not.