"Joe,

dear, you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had

quit my music and gone to work at something else. While I teach I learn. I am

always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on $15 a week.

You mustn't think of leaving Mr. Magister."

"All right," said Joe, reaching for the blue scalloped

vegetable dish. "But I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isn't Art.

But you're a trump and a dear to do it."

"When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard,"

said Delia.

"Magister praised the sky in that sketch I made in the

park," said Joe. "And Tinkle gave me permission to hang two of them

in his window. I may sell one if the right kind of a moneyed idiot sees

them."

"I'm sure you will," said Delia, sweetly. "And now

let's be thankful for Gen. Pinkney and this veal roast."

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