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A Puritan Bohemia nights any longer, Miss Bradford. Will you mind if I bring it on Friday?"

"Not in the least."

Annabel seated herself in the largest chair in the studio and folded her hands.

"I'm a-going to a art school. It's Mr. Stanton. Ain't he lovely? I'm going to be a artist. I can make beautiful pictures now, and I ain't been at all."

The child was excited. Three pairs of eyes were looking at her, and her dramatic instinct rose to the occasion.

She told them how Mr. Stanton had appeared one morning at her mother's door; how he had said that she, Annabel, had undoubted talent for art and ought to be sent to school. Finally he had offered to come to board with Mrs. Orr, thus enabling her to pay for Annabel's tuition.

"So he's coming next week Monday at nine o'clock," said Annabel impressively. "He's a-going to have the front room and three chairs and a table."

"Annabel has a great deal of manner,