We left her looking so while I went downstairs with Major and Mrs.Monarch.
"I believe I could come about as near it as that," said Mrs.Monarch.
"Oh you think she's shabby, but you must allow for the alchemy of art." However, they went off with an evident increase of comfort founded on their demonstrable advantage in being the real thing.

I could fancy them shuddering over Miss Churm.

She was very droll about them when I went back, for I told her what they wanted.
"Well, if SHE can sit I'll tyke to bookkeeping," said my model.
"She's very ladylike," I replied as an innocent form of aggravation.
"So much the worse for YOU.

That means she can't turn round." "She'll do for the fashionable novels." "Oh yes, she'll DO for them!" my model humorously declared.

"Ain't they bad enough without her ?" I had often sociably denounced them to Miss Churm..