Ihave，’hesaid。Ihavepaintedhermanytimes。Infact，IhavepaintedhersooftenthatsheoncedeclareditwasonlythetiltofherchinandtheturnofherheadthatIloved——topaint，’hesaidmerrily，enjoyingBilly’sprettyconfusion，andnotrealizingthathiswordsreallydistressedher。Ihaveawholestudiofullof`Billys’athome。’
Oh，haveyou，really？’questionedMissWinthrop，eagerly。Thenmayn’tIseethem？
Mayn’tI，please，Mrs。Henshaw？I’dsoloveto!’
Why，ofcourseyoumay，’murmuredboththeartistandhiswife。
Thankyou。ThenI’mcomingrightaway。