d, stepping lightly out
into the frosty night. "You'll see if it isn't worth while."

CHAPTER X

THE PRIZE DESIGNS

"It doesn't seem to come right," said Patricia, rumpling 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
stolidly 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 vehemently. "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 elusive 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
afflicting 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
awfully good to offer to pose, but I'm done with prize designs till
I've had more experience," and with a swoop she crumpled the two little
stolid figures into an indistinguishable mass, pounding them fiat with
her pink palm.

"There! That's the last of _you_!" she said vindictively. "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
charcoal 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,
squinting at it with eyes that gradually brightened.

"Why, it's dandy, Elinor Kendall!" she cried. "It'll be perfectly
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 mou