"
"I suppose he knows about it?"
"Oh, yes. Sybil said he did. It's all settled. She will be here
to-morrow for the first sitting."
Kirk spoke the fear that was in his mind.
"Ruth, old girl, I'm horribly nervous about this. I am taken with a
sort of second sight. I see myself making a ghastly failure of this job
and Bailey knocking me down and refusing to come across with the
cheque."
"Sybil is bringing the cheque with her to-morrow," said Ruth simply.
"Is she?" said Kirk. "Now I wonder if that makes it worse or better.
I'm trying to think!"
Sybil Wilbur fluttered in next day at noon, a tiny, restless creature
who darted about the studio like a humming-bird. She effervesced with
the joy of life. She uttered little squeaks of delight at everything
she saw. She hugged Ruth, beamed at Kirk, went wild over William
Bannister, thought the studio too cute for words, insisted on being
shown all over it, and talked incessantly.
It was about two o'clock before she actually began to sit, and even
then she was no statue. A thought would come into her small head and
she would whirl round to impart it to Ruth, destroying in a second the
pose which it had taken Kirk ten painful minutes to fix.
Kirk was too amused to be irritated. She was such a friendly little
soul and so obviously devoted to Ruth that he felt she was entitled to
be a nuisance as a sitter.
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