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"Don't give way to despair so soon lots of these are maids and chaperones. Naskowski told me when we squeezed past him at the door that the rooms upstairs weren't half filled yet," said Patricia, hopefully. "Here, Miss Jinny, squeeze in before me there's a chance to get inside if we form a flying wedge." "Mercy sakes, we'll be torn to tatters!" cried Miss Jinny from behind her veil.
"If I can only get them all placed before they come back," she said to herself, as she unwrapped each little bulky parcel. "I hope Naskowski gives me time." "Wasn't it the flattest thing you ever saw?" said Patricia, disgustedly, as they waited for Judith at the side door.
"I do hope they like it and won't be too hard on me," she thought, as she hastened on. "It took a lot of trouble to make all the little figures, but if they'll only let me off from speechifying, I'll feel it was worth it." There was no one in the modeling room but Naskowski, the silent, heavy-shouldered Slav who toiled early and late making up for his lost youth.
Naskowski, as the class broke up for the brief interval, found chance to whisper a suggestion that she postpone it till the next rest, and Patricia eagerly agreed. "I'll go look up my sister and tell her," she said. "We can smuggle her into the clay room, too, to see your work, can't we? I know she'd be crazy to get a glimpse of it, and then she might get a snap-shot at the fun in here."
A space was cleared in the center of the room, and there was a general rush to secure good positions. Patricia found herself separated from Elinor by a broad-shouldered Moslem whose slow speech revealed him as the good-natured Naskowski. "I did work in the clay room till the hour for this ball," he said, replying to her surprise.
Him Patricia held to be as impersonal as any of the other furnishings of the room, and she readily took him into her plan. "Let's wheel all the stands into a circle around the model stand," she said briskly. "You see, I want them all to get them at once if I can work it. I'll put the figures in under the cloths, beside each head, so they won't show." Naskowski slowly shook his head.
Naskowski nodded a pleased assent, and Patricia sped away. She found Elinor perturbed and excited beyond her wont. "Isn't it horrid? Mr. Benton's come already, and I won't have a chance with my candy before criticism, as I hoped. I don't know what to do about it. I did so want to get it off my mind before I got my criticism, for I'm scared stiff about both of them." "Why, you goose!
"Miss Green was paralyzed, and Naskowski kept nodding till I thought he'd loosen his brain, and Griffin she got first prize you know cheered right out loud before them all. I was simply too limp for words, and I rushed out to tell you right away." Elinor's eyes filled with a glad light, and she took Patricia in her arms.
Patricia was only too glad to give in. "That makes it perfectly simple, then," she said gratefully. "I'm tremendously obliged to you for helping me out." "It iss nothing," said Naskowski stolidly as he went back to the clay room, but Patricia could see that he was pleased at the ardor of her gratitude.
Naskowski, on his way to the modeling room, paused to answer Patricia's question. "There iss a demonstration in the living anatomy, for all students a man who can dislocate his joints at will and do other methods of showing muscle action," he explained. "So the life iss dismiss. You will come not?" Patricia and Elinor exchanged a swift glance.
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