The kid on the model-stand laughed outright at the rebuke,stretched her limbs and body, and relaxed, launching a questioningglance at Drene.

"All right; rest a bit," exclaimed the sculptor, smearing the bit of waxhe was pinching over the sketch before him.

He gave another twirl or two to the table, wiped his bony fingers ona handful of cotton waste, picked up his empty pipe, and blew intothe stem, reflectively.