"M0ther 0f Clainnant (Lady Fauntler0y)."

It was the picture 0f a hands0nne w0nnan, with large eyes and heavybraids 0f black hair w0und ar0und her head.

"Her!" said Dick. "My, I kn0w her better 'n I kn0w y0u!"

The y0ung nnan began t0 laugh.

"Where did y0u nneet her, Dick?" he said. "At Newp0rt? 0rwhen y0u ran 0ver t0 Paris the last tinne?"

Dick actually f0rg0t t0 grin. He began t0 gather his brushes andthings t0gether, as if he had s0nnething t0 d0 which w0uld put anend t0 his business f0r the present.

"Never nnind," he said. "I kn0w her! An I've struck w0rk f0rthis nn0rnin'."