"
Doris could not help smiling upon him. But her mouth was none the less
determined.
"I haven't got a single frock that's fit for Crosby Ledgers. And I'm not
going on tick for a new one!"
"I never heard anything so absurd! Shan't we have more money in a few
weeks than we've had for years?"
"I dare say. It's all wanted. Besides, I have my work to finish."
"My dear Doris!"
A slight red mounted in Doris's cheeks.
"Oh, you may be as scornful as you like! But ten pounds is ten pounds,
and I like keeping engagements."
The "work" in question meant illustrations for a children's book. Doris
had accepted the commission with eagerness, and had been going regularly
to the Campden Hill studio of an Academician--her mother's brother--who
was glad to supply her with some of the "properties" she wanted for her
drawings.
"I shall soon not allow you to do anything of the kind," said Meadows
with decision.
"On the contrary! I shall always take paid work when I can get it," was
the firm reply--"unless--"
"Unless what?"
"You know," she said quietly.
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