modeling, but it was rather messy, and I didn't make much headway. I'm beginning to feel that pastel or dry-point is more my penchant. Raoul Uhlan is giving me three lessons a week."
"That big stiff!" ejaculated the philistine old Major.
"He's one of the cleverest painters in New York," Teddie calmly explained.
"And a professional tame-robin who gets portrait commissions, I understand, because he can dance like a stage acrobat!"
"I know nothing about his dancing," remarked Teddie, with her eyebrows up. "But I do know it's sinful the way the children of our idle rich are kept cooped up and shut away from real life. They're hemmed in with a lot of silly old taboos. They're laced up in a straight- jacket of social laws until they're too flabby to face a personal dilemma that an East Side shopgirl could decide before she'd finished powdering her nose."
Uncle Chandler took up his teacup and then put it down again.
"I rather fail to see what the personal
