I hate languages, though. I'd like to cut the whole thing."
"What do you like?"
"Drawing."
Cicely clasped her hands in sudden envy.
"Oh, I do love pictures! Can you draw? I never saw any."
"I never drew a picture in my life." Allyn's tone was disdainful.
"What do you draw then?"
"Machinery, of course. Wheels and pulleys and things. It's such fun to
fit them together, Cis, and see how you can get the power across from one
to the other."
Her eyes flashed at the use of her nickname once more. She felt that the
feud was forgotten, as she asked, with an interest which was not all
feigned,--
"Have you any of them?"
"Not here; but lots of them in my room. I do them, evenings and all sorts
of off times, and some of them aren't so simple as they look, either."
"Has anybody seen them?"
He shook his head.
"What's the use? Phebe's bones are bad enough. The house wouldn't hold
two cranks. Nobody else knows."
"I want to see them," she asserted.
"They aren't anything to see. Besides, you couldn't understand them."
"I'm not so sure of that. At least, you might try me."
"Anyhow, I like them lots better than I do this stuff." He thumped the
German grammar viciously.
"Why don't you do them then?"
"No good."
"I mean instead of college."
"Papa wouldn't let me."
"Have you ever asked him?"
"What's the use? He wants me to be a doctor.
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