The Jolliest Term on Record

"KATRINE!" said Gwethyn, in her most impressive manner, "have you noticedanything peculiar going on in this house the last two or three days?""Why, no," replied Katrine abstractedly, taking a fresh squeeze of cobalt blue, andmixing it carefully with the rose madder and the yellow ochre already on herpalette. "Nothing at all unusual. Gwethyn, be careful! You nearly sat down on mybrigand, and his head's still wet!""Peccavi! I didn't see he was there," apologized Gwethyn, rescuing the canvas inquestion, and placing it in a position of greater safety on the mantelpiece."Considering you've got absolutely every single chair littered with books, paints, and turpentine bottles, there really doesn't seem a spot left to sit upon," shecontinued in an injured tone."Except the table," returned Katrine, hastily moving a box of pastels and a pile ofloose drawings to make room. "Please don't disturb my things. I've been sortingthem out, and I don't want to get them mixed up again. Squat here, if you're tired, and leave the bottles alone.""I am tired. I'm nearly dead. I bicycled all the way to Lindley Park and back withMona Taylor on the step. She would make me take her! And she's no light weight, the young Jumb