You don't think much o' me, do you ?' 'That depends on how you behave.' Bessie behaved beautifully.

Only it was difficult at the end of a sitting to bid her go out into the gray streets.

She very much preferred the studio and a big chair by the stove, with some socks in her lap as an excuse for delay.

Then Torpenhow would come in, and Bessie would be moved to tell strange and wonderful stories of her past, and still stranger ones of her present improved circumstances.

She would make them tea as though she had a right to make it; and once or twice on these occasions Dick caught Torpenhow's eyes fixed on the trim little figure, and because Bessie'' flittings about the room made Dick ardently long for Maisie, he realised whither Torpenhow's thoughts were tending.