Rudyard Kipling 145 “They're as proud as a turkey when they hold the ready cash, You ought to ’ear the way they laugh an’ joke; They are tricky an’ they’re funny when they’ve got the ready money, — Ow! but see em when they’re all stone-broke.” Then he sat down to pour out his heart to Maisie in a four-sheet letter of counsel and encouragement, and registered an oath that he would get to work with an undivided heart as soon as Bessie should reappear. The girl kept her appointment unpainted and unadorned, afraid and overbold by turns. When she found that she was merely expected to sit still, she grew calmer, and criticized the appointments of the studio with freedom and some point. She liked the warmth and the comfort and the release from fear of physical pain. Dick made two or three studies of her head in monochrome, but the actual notion of the Melancholia would not arrive. “What a mess you keep your things in!” said Bessie, some days later, when she felt herself thoroughly at home. “I s’pose your clothes are just as bad. Gentlemen never think what buttons and tape are made for.” “I buy things to wear, and wear ’em till they go to pieces. I don’t know what Torpenhow does.” Bessie made diligent inquiry in the latter’s room, and unearthed a bale of disreputable socks. “Some of these Ill mend now,” she said, “and some I'll take home. D’you know, I sit all day long at home doing nothing, just like a lady, and no more noticing them other girls in the house than if they was so many flies. I don't have any unnecessary words, but J put em down quick, I can tell you, when they talk to me. No; it’s quite nice these days. I lock my door, and they can only call me names through the keyhole, and I sit inside, just like a