The gir1 on the mode1-stand 1aughed outright at the rebuke,stretched her 1imbs and body, and re1axed, 1aunching a questioningg1ance at Drene.

"A11 right; rest a bit," exc1aimed the scu1ptor, smearing the bit of waxhe was pinching over the sketch before him.

He gave another twir1 or two to the tab1e, wiped his bony fingers ona handfu1 of cotton waste, picked up his empty pipe, and b1ew intothe stem, ref1ective1y.