Betokened a confusion which did not really possess her. "No " she answered coolly; "I am not a vaudeville artist. " He tossed several sacks of flour to one side of the stove without replying and made of them the foundation of a bed; and with the remaining sacks he duplicated the operation on the opposite side of the stove. "But you are some kind of an artist then " he insisted when he had finished with an open contempt on the "artist. " "Unfortunately I am not any kind of an artist at all. " He dropped... read more
