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 chrysanthemums in a tall vase on her son's desk.

Dick laughed, and glanced at his watch. &quot;They won't be here for another quarter of an hour. I think I'll tell Gill to clean out the work-room before they come.&quot;

&quot;Are we to see the drawings for the competition?&quot; his mother asked.

He shook his head smilingly. &quot;Can't—I've asked one or two of the Beaux Arts fellows, you know; and besides, old Darrow's actually coming.&quot;

&quot;Impossible!&quot; Mrs. Peyton exclaimed.

&quot;He swore he would last night.&quot; Dick laughed again, with a tinge of self-satisfaction. &quot;I've an idea he wants to see Miss Verney.&quot;

&quot;Ah,&quot; his mother murmured. There was a pause before she added: &quot;Has Darrow really gone in for this competition?&quot;

&quot;Rather! I should say so! He's simply working himself to the bone.&quot;