ed like tame
tabbies. I was never so disappointed in my life."

"I thought Miss Green was really quite clever," said Elinor brightly.
"She certainly read the verse attached to her's with a lot of
expression. I didn't think she could be so sprightly."

Patricia drummed on the railing. "She was well enough," she admitted
grudgingly. "But after I had modeled those figures and tried to get
something appropriate for each one--and it was hard to get the candy
into the inside of them, too, without spoiling it--they go and accept
them as though they were a cup of afternoon tea. I thought they'd show
more spirit. Don't talk to me about artists being gay and Bohemian
after this."

"It was a little quiet," acknowledged Elinor, "but, at least, they were
very pleasant about it. They all agreed that it was the cleverest
thing that had been done in that line."

Patricia gazed gloomily at the door of the life-class room.

"I wish I were in the night life," she said resentfully. "I envy you,
Norn, being among live people."

Elinor smiled ruefully. "And I'd like to swap with you," she said.
"I'd much prefer a quiet time like I had in the head class this
morning, or an agreeable time like you had, to anything riotous."

Patricia sighed and stirred restlessly. "Isn't that like life?" she
commented, her face clearing as the thought took hold on her. "We're
all hankering after something that we haven't got--or we think we are.
Maybe--maybe we'd not like the other thing any better if we did get it,
though one's own things always seem awfully commonplace, don't they?"

Before Elinor could respond, she started to the door with an
exclamation.

"Here's Judy! On time to the dot!" she cried. "Come on in, Ju; drop
your plunder into my strong arm and let us introduce you to the
Academy."

Judith, with her hat rather on one side and her cheeks flushed from the
wind and swift walking, kissed them both breathlessly and tumbled her
bundles into Patricia's capacious apron.

She followed them into the dressing room with her eyes busy but without
a single word, and it was not until they had taken her through the
various class rooms, deserted at this noon hour, and were on their way
down to the lunch room that she found speech.

"I must say, Elinor," she began, in response to a question, "that it's
very different from what you girls led me to expect."

"Did we draw such rosy pictures?" asked Patricia in surprise. "I
thought we