manly effort; it spurred me on to the stern expression of human dignity. The woman collapsed before it—collapsed utterly. Do you always exercise this stimulating effect on human character?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," said Pollyooly, as ever polite before the incomprehensible.
The floor was still wet (far too wet, Pollyooly thought) from its scrubbing; the rugs had gone to the carpet-beaters; and Pollyooly sat and watched the exploring Lump wander about the transformed studio in peace. He could no longer acquire grime. For much of the afternoon Hilary Vance talked on in tones of triumph about his masterly handling of Mrs. Thomas; and that evening at the end of her sitting he gave Pollyooly eight shillings instead of three.
Pollyooly looked at the extra five shillings with her brow knitted in a perplexed frown and said, "Please, sir, you've given me too much."
"No: three shillings for sitting and five for cleaning," said Hilary Vance.
"Oh, but five shillings is ever so much too much for a little bit of work like that!" said Pollyooly.
"Not at all!" cried Hilary Vance. "Five shillings
