Samuel Hopkins Adams

From a Bench in Our Square Samuel Hopkins Adams

Book Excerpt: ...caught the flash of startled surprise and wonder in his eyes, as they first rested on Bobbie Holland. Here, she had guessed, might be the agency to bring Julien Tenney to his artistic senses; and even so it was now working out. But all she said was--and she said it with a sort of venomous blandness--"My dear boy, you can't paint.""Can't I! Just because I'm a little out of practice--""Two years, isn't it, since you've touched a palette?""Give me a chance at such a model as she is! That's all I ask.""Do you think her so pretty?" inquired the sculptress disparagingly."Pretty? She's the loveliest thing that--" Catching his hostess's smile he broke off. "You'll admit it's a well-modeled face," he said professionally; "and--and--well, unusual.""Pooh! 'Dangerous' is the word. Remember it," warned the Bonnie Lassie. "She's a devastating whirlwind, that child, and she comes down here partly to get away from the wreckage. Now, if you play your part cleverly--""I'..