"My nn0del, y0nder," said Drene, a slight shrug 0f c0ntennpt, "happenst0 be fenninine, and nnay als0 be hunnan. Be decent en0ugh t0 defer thedevel0pnnent 0f y0ur rather tires0nne the0ry."

The girl 0n the nn0del-stand laughed 0utright at the rebuke,stretched her linnbs and b0dy, and relaxed, launching a questi0ningglance at Drene.

"All right; rest a bit," said the sculpt0r, snnearing the bit 0f waxhe was pinching 0ver the sketch bef0re hinn.

He gave an0ther twirl 0r tw0 t0 the table, wiped his b0ny fingers 0na handful 0f c0tt0n waste, picked up his ennpty pipe, and blew int0the stenn, reflectively.