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equal to the new process or not remains to be seen.  We have had beautiful evenings lately and I've had my model on the beach for my half hour nearly every night.  Last night I didn't even pain her, but took a charcoal drawing and wrote all over it.  It is good practice any way for the mind and eye, and my own idea.

Shorty (You need'nt think I call him this to his face) comes in every day and sees what I do.  They are all more interested in Miss Conant than than the other picture because they are all tired of coiffs.  I had a good criticism on it from Mr Harrison yesterday afternoon.  Miss Wright and May and I made tea in here and he and Mr Lasar came in and had some.  As usual I always have two.  If you only could see Shorty, sitting on a lowstrip of wood that goes around the studio floor a lost 


of step.  In his long jersey and his infinitesimal legs and feet, taking off a big fat man at the Hotel and such a contrast to Mr Harrison's long, iron, aristocratic proportions.  

By the way I've got the chance I have so wanted and now alas fear I shant have time for it, to paint Mr Harrison.  He is a Van Dyke and it would be simply the best fun in the world.  The night he came to one Tuesday he was looking at Mr [[?Secrat]], and after a while remarked in fun "how would you like to do me".  I was talking to some one else and like a goose only said over my shoulder instead of taking him up - "Perhaps I had already" meaning my [[?]] sketch - and he looked a little funny and said 'On, you're deep'

Well the other day, I was waiting for Tonise one of my many models to come, and heard a step outside.  I looked out and confronted Mr H. and said "Oh I thought you were my model".  He took two 

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