"It doesn't seem to come right," said Patricia, rumpling1 her hair with the back of one soiled hand and staring ruefully at the lumpy, meaningless group of two stiff figures in modeling-wax that stood stolidly2 on a thick little board on top of the piano stool.
"They do look a bit queer," admitted Elinor, reluctantly. "Perhaps when you've worked on them more——"
Patricia interrupted her hotly. "I won't waste another hour on them!" she declared vehemently4. "I've slaved and slaved all my spare time, I missed the last of Miss Jinny's visit, and I didn't have time to hear a word of Judy's tales about Greycroft and the village, and I haven't taken a moment to myself this whole week! I've done with it now for good and all. I was an idiot to think I could do anything, anyway."
"I believe if you tried something that was more simple, you'd do better," said Elinor sympathetically. "You've taken such a tremendously elusive5 sort of thing in this. Why not try something that either Judith or I could pose for? That would help a lot, you know."
Patricia gave the stool a whirl, staring discontentedly at the afflicting7 group.
"It's a sorry mess," she commented dejectedly. "I don't believe I want to make a goose of myself again. No, I won't try, Norn. You're awfully8 good to offer to pose, but I'm done with prize designs till I've had more experience," and with a swoop9 she crumpled10 the two little stolid3 figures into an indistinguishable mass, pounding them fiat11 with her pink palm.
"There! That's the last of you!" she said vindictively12. "Let's see what you've been working on, Elinor. Ju said it was 'very satisfactory.'"
Elinor smiled. "I only started this afternoon while you were in class," she replied, bringing out a fair-sized canvas with a rough charcoal13 drawing on it. "I'm just blocking in the outlines, as you see; but I've made a little color study that shows you how it will go."
Patricia took the bit of canvas board, and held it at arm's length, squinting14 at it with eyes that gradually brightened.
"Why, it's dandy, Elinor Kendall!" she cried. "It'll be perfectly15 lovely if you can put it through even as well as you've managed it here. Judy was drawing it mild!"
Judith, who was studying under the lamp at the center table with her fingers screwed into her ears and her mouth twisted intently in pursuit of knowledge, came abruptly16 back to life.
"Well, I didn't want you to expect too much," she said, with a gentle impatience17. "If I'd praised it too much, you'd have been disappointed with the thing itself."
"Right-o, Miss Judith," laughed Patricia, flinging an arm about the young sage18. "My word, but you're a crafty19 young one! I'd have raved20 about it till even Michael Angelo or Raphael couldn't have satisfied the expectations of the beholder21. How do you come by so much wisdom, Miss Minerva?"
Judith tossed her mane. "Don't call names," she responded, hiding the gratified smile that lurked22 in the corners of her mouth. "You'd think of things, too, if you didn't talk quite so much, Miss Pat. It's dreadfully hard to talk and think at the same time."
"Is it?" cried Patricia, delighted as usual with Judith's maxims23. "Hear that now, will you, Norn? Ju's going to reform me. I hope I'll be a satisfactory subject, Judy darling. 'Thinking Taught While You Wait.' It's a great idea and it may lead to a new school of mental science. Ju would look fine in cap and gown as president of the college——"
Patricia broke off laughing at Judith's absolutely unconscious face, as, with fingers once again screwed into her ears and mouth twisted intently, she immersed herself in the dignified24 oblivion of study.
Patricia looked at her with laughing eyes that gradually grew sober.
"I've got it!" she said, eagerly turning to Elinor. "I've got the idea for the sort of thing you meant. I'll do Judy just as she is—you'll pose, won't you, Ju? I won't be too hard on you."
"Don't I always study like this?" replied Judith without looking up. "Go ahead as long as you like—only don't talk. I want to study."
"Good girl, Judith!" cried Patricia, pulling the stool with its burden nearer to the light. "I'll plunge25 in right away and get it blocked in tonight. Do you know where I put that other package of modeling-wax, Elinor?"
She set to work with a will, humming to herself as she worked, the failure of her more ambitious undertaking26 forgotten in the joy of renewed hope, and her intimate knowledge of Judith's face and figure helping27 unconsciously to better work than she could have done in the schools.
When nine o'clock rang from the church tower across the park she laid down her tools with an air of great content.
"I believe it's going to go," she announced to the absorbed pair of workers before her. "Wake up, Norn, and give me a criticism. Ju has to go to bed and can't hold the pose much longer anyway."
"Pooh, I'm not a bit tired," protested Judith. "I sit this way every night for hours."
Elinor laid down her brushes and turned in her chair. Her face lighted as she saw the rough, vigorous outlines of Patricia's latest effort.
"That's the real thing, Miss Pat!" she said enthusiastically. "If you can keep it up like that, you won't have to be ashamed of it, I can tell you!"
She came and stood behind Patricia, her hands on her shoulders, eager and interested.
"That shoulder is a little too high, and the head needs more fullness at the top—Ju has lots of hair—but it's going along splendidly, splendidly! Don't touch it again till Judith poses tomorrow. You want to keep close to life and not make up anything."
"I'll go on with it when I'm rested and Judy is fresh," she said contentedly6. "If it goes on as rapidly as it has tonight, it will be ready to turn in at the end of the week. We have until Saturday night to put in our stuff, you know. You have to get yours in by noon, don't you?"
Elinor nodded. "But I shan't have any trouble finishing in time, I'm sure," she said with bright confidence. "I feel as though it were almost going to do itself."
The spare hours of the rest of that week were devoted29 to the prize designs, and both progressed so happily that their authors were filled with a greater measure of content as the days sped.
"I'm going to take mine in to the Academy to work on this afternoon while I wait for the night life," said Elinor on Thursday as they were leaving the breakfast room. "I want to see how it looks among the big casts and life studies. I'm afraid it won't show up very well among the real things, but it may help me to see its faults and remedy them while I still have time."
Patricia gazed approvingly at the dim, shadowy study of graceful30 figures grouped in attentive31 attitudes about a reader in a landscape of suggested loveliness that spoke32 to any observer with delicate symbolism.
"It's the best ever," she declared. "I'll 'wagger,' as Hannah Ann says, that you lift the medal."
Elinor gave a gently contemptuous sniff33 as she stowed it away in its corner. "No doubt—with all those experienced students competing! Some of them have been there ten years, Miss Pat. I simply haven't the ghost of a show, and you know it."
Patricia was silenced, though unconvinced. "Don't you let any of those hyenas34 see it, all the same," she cautioned. "I know them better than you do. They'd rush another version in before yours, and then where would you be?"
"I don't believe anyone would be so low minded!" cried Elinor, shocked and reproachful. "How can you say such things, Miss Pat?"
"Take my advice, my dear," grinned Patricia. "You're too good to see through some of those fakes, and this is one instance when my eyes are clearer than yours. It isn't often I can give you points, so do be grateful. Don't let those long-haired boys get a glimpse of it, or it's all up with you."
Elinor promised, smiling at Patricia's vehemence35, and went off with her canvas, securely wrapped against curious eyes, held firmly in one gray-gloved hand.
Patricia looked after her with loving pride. "How pretty she is, and how clever," she thought tenderly. "And the best part of it is that she doesn't know what an adorable dear she is. I hope she gets an honorable mention, even if she can't hit the prize. She deserves a lot of good times, after all those lean years when she took such good care of us."
When Patricia came home from the library at half-past five, she was surprised to find Elinor stretched on the couch, with a thick comfortable drawn36 up to her chin, and her face gray and haggard.
"What in the world—" she began in alarm, but Elinor silenced her questioning with a weak wave of one tired hand.
"I'm not really sick," she said, in a faint tone, as Patricia cuddled down on the floor beside her and took the chilly37 hand in her warm one. "I have one of my old headaches. I forgot to get any lunch. I had just put the key in my locker38, when everything grew black and I'd have collapsed39 if Doris Leighton hadn't helped me to a chair. She gave me some milk and got my things for me, and when I felt well enough, she came over here with me. She's certainly the sweetest thing. She had to miss getting her criticism, too. Mr. Benton had just gone in when I crumpled up."
"She's a perfect angel," cried Patricia, her heart warming at the thought of Doris' genuine sweetness of nature. "If Miss Jinny really had known her, she'd been the last to suspect her."
"She's coming over after life class," Elinor went on, closing her eyes wearily. "I found I'd forgotten my keys when I got home, and she's going to bring them over for me on her way home."
"You'd better go to sleep," said Patricia, smoothing the white brow with deft41 fingers. "I'll keep everything quiet, so that you can sleep it off as you used to be able to. I hope you'll be all right in the morning."
Elinor nodded mutely, and Patricia, pulling down the shades so that the street light did not flicker42 on the pale wall, tiptoed out of the room, to caution Judith and await the coming of Doris Leighton.
Dinner was long over, Judith's lessons done and bed-time come, when at last Patricia hurried down to the long parlor43 where Doris sat in the dim light.
She was very pale and tired looking, but as graceful and charming as ever. She inquired after Elinor with a profuse44 sympathy that more than satisfied the warm-hearted Patricia, whose compassion45 stirred at her look of fatigue46.
"You ought to be taking more care of yourself," she said, with concern. "You're tired to death, and yet you come out of your way to see about Elinor. You look dreadfully fagged."
Doris smiled wanly47. She laid an impulsive48 hand on Patricia's arm and opened her pretty lips, but before the words came she evidently obeyed another differing impulse, for she underwent a subtle change, an imperceptible hardening that was so delicately veiled by her still gracious manner that Patricia had only a baffling sense of being gently shut out from her real confidence.
"I've been working on my panel study," she said, with an effort at brightness. "I don't seem to get it finished to my liking49, and the time is getting perilously50 short, you know."
Patricia looked her surprise. "Why, I thought you hadn't started it yet. You said you'd rush it off at the last moment without a bit of trouble."
"That's the way I usually do," assented51 Doris evenly. "But I'm going out of town on Saturday, and I have to turn it in before I leave tomorrow night. I'll stay home and work on it in the morning, so I shan't see you perhaps before I go."
She said good-night absently, and Patricia, watching her hurry down the frosty street, found herself wondering at the subtle barrier that she could feel so keenly, while she yet tried to disbelieve.
"I wonder what she was going to say?" she thought, as she went slowly up to Judith's room, where she was to spend the night. "It can't be my imagination this time, for she actually did start to speak, and then stopped." She frowned and then her face cleared. "What a stupid I am—always getting up in the air about trifles! Doris Leighton is tired to death, and wanted to get home. She was just as pleasant as ever, even though she didn't have time or strength to be as sociable52 as she'd liked. If she hadn't felt an interest in Elinor, she'd not troubled to bring her keys back tonight. I hope she makes good with her prize study, now that she's gotten an idea for it. She's a stunning53 worker when she goes at it."
She tiptoed softly in to Elinor, who was sleeping quietly, and she stood looking down at the sweep of eyelash and rounded cheek that the low-turned light caught out from the jumbled54 masses of dark hair.
"Dear old Norn," she thought fondly. "You'll be at the head of the night life, too, some day, like Doris is now, and you'll be cleverer than any of them, for you aren't ever a bit cocked up about yourself." Her eyes grew wide with thought. "That's the reason," she whispered triumphantly56, "that you're going to be a howling success—you've got time to care about all the other things in life first, to think about them and to enjoy them. And that means O-RIG-INAL-ITY. You've got more ideas now than any of those old stagers, you adorable duck!" she ended, so overcome by her feelings that she dropped on her knees by the couch and pressed her warm lips on the dark hair.
"I'll never learn to be composed and considerate," she sighed as she crept in beside the slumbering59 Judith. "I'm crazy for Elinor to finish that lovely study of hers, and yet I'd wake her up just for my silly whims60. She's got to get it done tomorrow if she can. Wish I could help her. Thank goodness, mine's done at last," and she drifted off to sleep with a jumble55 of prize designs and golden dreams for the future mingling61 with that recurring62 memory of Doris Leighton's hardening face as she spoke of her study for the library panel.
The next afternoon when Elinor, completely restored after a day's rest, took out her drawing-board and began to work, Patricia brought out her own study for a final criticism before laboriously63 lugging64 it up to the Academy.
Elinor and Judith were very enthusiastic over the intent, studious figure that bent40 over its book in such lifelike fashion.
"It's that air of real hard study that makes it so good," said Elinor, twirling the stool to catch every view of the figure. "I don't know how you managed to get it so well."
"Well, Ju was studying hard and not merely posing," returned Patricia seriously. "Somehow it gets into the work. There isn't anything that tells the truth so straight as our sort of work, Norn. You simply can't fake. Judy deserves part of the credit. And then, I liked it so, I couldn't help getting on with it. It's so fearfully jolly to a producer."
Judith gave her pale locks a toss. "Why, we're all doing it!" she crowed. "You two in the Academy, and I at home here in my diary and my stories! Aren't we a talented lot!"
"Stuff!" said Patricia disgustedly. "You and I needn't brag65 yet a while, Judy. Elinor's the only one that's got a ghost of a showing. You've a long lane to run before you can even be considered, and I'm just common, every-day stuff like everyone else. This is just a flyer I'm taking in the company of my betters," and she gave a whimsical glance at Elinor with the insight that was occasionally hers in brief glimpses. "I can't fly far, I warn you, but it's simply ripping while I'm on the wing!"
"Judy likes to see herself go by in the mirror," smiled Elinor leniently66. "I suppose that's the literary mind."
"Literary grandmother!" exclaimed Patricia scornfully. "She's a conceited67 chicken that thinks she's a nightingale because she can peep louder than some. Wait till you've had some of your stuff printed, Judy, before you boast. Anyone can scribble——"
"You'll hurt her feelings, Miss Pat," protested Elinor, as Judith's dignified back disappeared into her own room and the door closed firmly. "She doesn't mean to be boastful."
"Nonsense! I'm her only hope," returned Patricia with spirit. "She won't amount to a row of pins if she goes on this way. Don't you worry about her feelings. She's got sense enough to know I'm right. Come along over to the Academy with me now. The walk will do you good, and I'll feel more respectable with a good-looking escort while I'm lugging this huge thing."
They met Doris Leighton coming out of the students' door, and after a few inquiries68 found that she had just accomplished69 the same errand that Patricia was bent on. Her study for the prize panel was safely stowed away in the office of the curator.
"What was it like?" eagerly demanded Patricia. "It doesn't matter now, you know, if you tell. We won't tell, and it's too late, anyway, to make any difference."
Doris hesitated, undergoing again that subtle change that Patricia had seen before.
"I think I'll wait till they're all in," she replied softly. "It will be better for us all to be able to say truthfully that we had no idea of what the others were like till after ours were in. Don't you think so?"
"Of course it will," agreed Elinor heartily70. "I'm glad you thought of it. I'd much rather not know. Mine isn't finished yet, and I'm so new at the work that I might be influenced."
"I thought about that," said Doris with veiled eyes on Elinor's pale face. "I know how the same thought wave will pass through peoples' minds when they're working together, and I feel that one should be very careful not to influence another, particularly in a case like this."
"I'm not so sure that it makes a bit of difference," said Patricia carelessly. "I've heard of people miles apart having the same idea at the same time. Patents are always being duplicated, you know."
"Indeed they are!" cried Doris with singular fervor71. "But the one who gets the idea first is always the real inventor. The jury wouldn't hesitate to decide on that, I'm positive, if anyone was so unfortunate as to turn in a duplicate of any of the studies."
"I wonder," she said, wrinkling her brows, "if Doris Leighton was afraid I'd garnish73 my panel with any of her ideas; she was so unnaturally74 stirred up about it."
"She's rattled76 for fear she won't take the prize as usual," she said, gayly. "I bet she opens her eyes when she sees yours, Norn. Hers may be lots better done, but it simply can't be as lovely and as different."
She pushed her bulky package carefully across the curator's counter, with an eager request that it be tenderly treated, and that official reassured77 her as to its entire safety by placing it at once in the locked ante-room where the modeling competition studies were stored.
"When will the prizes be announced?" she asked breathlessly, as the door clicked in its lock. "Shall we have to wait long?"
The curator smiled at her eagerness. "The library panel will be announced at noon on Tuesday in the first antique room," he said. "And the modeling class will be notified immediately before, while the class is still in session."
Patricia shivered with excited anticipation78 as they closed the heavy outer door of the Academy after them.
"Jiminy, I wish Tuesday were here and over!" she said fervently79. "I'm scared stiff when I think of my poor little study with all those artists focusing their eagle eyes on it."
"It does seem ages to wait," agreed Elinor. "After I turn mine in tomorrow morning, I'll be consumed with curiosity to see the others—particularly Doris Leighton's."
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