So she might have done , perhaps , if flesh and blood had been as plastic as clay , but the live models were so exacting in their demands upon her time and strength , that the poor statues went to the wall . Sculpture and sewing , calls and crayons , Ruskin and receipt-books , did n't work well together , and poor Psyche found duties and desires desperately antagonistic . Take a day as a sample . `` The washing and ironing are well over , thank goodness , mother quiet , the boys out of the way , and May comfortable , so I 'll indulge myself in a blissful day after my own heart , '' Psyche said , as she shut herself into her little studio , and prepared to enjoy a few hours of hard study and happy day-dreams . With a book on her lap , and her own round white arm going through all manner of queer evolutions , she was placidly repeating , `` Deltoides , Biceps , Triceps , Pronator , Supinator , Palmanis , Flexor carpi ulnaris -- '' `` Here 's Flexis what-you-call-ums for you , '' interrupted a voice , which began in a shrill falsetto and ended in a gruff bass , as a flushed , dusty , long-legged boy burst in , with a bleeding hand obligingly extended for inspection . `` Mercy on us , Harry ! what have you done to yourself now ? Split your fingers with a cricket-ball again ? '' cried Psyche , as her arms went up and her book went down . `` I just thrashed one of the fellows because he got mad and said father was going to fail . '' `` O Harry , is he ? '' `` Of course he is n't ! It 's hard times for every one , but father will pull through all right . No use to try and explain it all ; girls ca n't understand business ; so you just tie me up , and do n't worry , '' was the characteristic reply of the young man , who , being three years her junior , of course treated the weaker vessel with lordly condescension . `` What a dreadful wound ! I hope nothing is broken , for I have n't studied the hand much yet , and may do mischief doing it up , '' said Psyche , examining the great grimy paw with tender solicitude . `` Much good your biceps , and deltoids , and things do you , if you ca n't right up a little cut like that , '' squeaked the ungrateful hero . `` I 'm not going to be a surgeon , thank heaven ; I intend to make perfect hands and arms , not mend damaged ones , '' retorted Psyche , in a dignified tone , somewhat marred by a great piece of court-plaster on her tongue . `` I should say a surgeon could improve that perfect thing , if he did n't die a-laughing before he began , '' growled Harry , pointing with a scornful grin at a clay arm humpy with muscles , all carefully developed in the wrong places . `` Do n't sneer , Hal , for you do n't know anything about it .
Wait a few XXXXX and see if you 're not proud of me . ''
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