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"Yes, Peg."
"This young man wants to copy your face."
Ida looked surprised.
"I am an artist," said the young man, with a reassuring smile. "I
will endeavor not to try your patience too much. Do you think you
can stand still for half an hour, without much fatigue?"
Ida was easily won by kindness, while she had a spirit which was
roused by harshness. She was prepossessed at once in favor of the
young man, and readily assented.
He kept her in pleasant conversation while with a free, bold hand,
he sketched the outlines of her face and figure.
"I shall want one more sitting," he said. "I will come to-morrow at
this time."
"Stop a minute," said Peg. "I should like the money in advance. How
do I know that you will come again?"
"Certainly, if you prefer it," said the young man, opening his
pocket-book.
"What strange fortune," he thought, "can have brought these two
together? Surely there can be no relationship."
The next day he returned and completed his sketch, which was at once
placed in the hands of the publisher, eliciting his warm approval.
CHAPTER XVII.
JACK OBTAINS INFORMATION.
JACK set out with that lightness of heart and keen sense of
enjoyment that seem natural to a young man of eighteen on his first
journey. Partly by cars, partly by boat, he traveled, till in a few
hours he was discharged, with hundreds of others, at the depot in
Philadelphia.
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