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THE STUDENT’S LIGHTS AND SHADOWS.
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CHAPTER VI.
THE STUDENT’S LIGHTS AND SHADOWS.
It is a pity that P-, the frame-maker, does
not know what happened to me this morning; it would
give him a higher opinion of himself than ever. We
wanted a couple of “ mounts ” made for our groups of
flowers from the studio-field, and were advised to get them
made at a shop just opposite to where we live. To this
little shop I carried our drawings this morning, together
with one of P.’s capital mounts, which I had with me, as a
pattern. I had to wait an immense time in the shop. Air.
Appleshoe—I anglecise his name—was making his toilet.
At length, when my patience was completely exhausted,
Appleshoe made his appearance in a tremendous hurry and
hustle, as though the fate of Emope depended upon his
advent in a distant quarter of the globe, and he had forgotten
his appointment tib the very last moment. Unlucky Ap-
pleshoe ! I saw the moment was inopportune; nevertheless,
as I had waited so long, I was determined I would order
the mounts,—it would but detain him a moment. I had
seen certain individuals in Germany, and elsewhere also,
who are in a mighty bustle about trifles, and as slow as
snails when a matter of importance requires haste. Apple-
shoe struck me decidedly as belonging to this class; there-
fore I had less compunction in stopping the unlucky man as
he was rushing out of the shop.
With a deeply-drawn sigh, and the most piteous expres-
sion of countenance, he laid down the roll of paper he
79
CHAPTER VI.
THE STUDENT’S LIGHTS AND SHADOWS.
It is a pity that P-, the frame-maker, does
not know what happened to me this morning; it would
give him a higher opinion of himself than ever. We
wanted a couple of “ mounts ” made for our groups of
flowers from the studio-field, and were advised to get them
made at a shop just opposite to where we live. To this
little shop I carried our drawings this morning, together
with one of P.’s capital mounts, which I had with me, as a
pattern. I had to wait an immense time in the shop. Air.
Appleshoe—I anglecise his name—was making his toilet.
At length, when my patience was completely exhausted,
Appleshoe made his appearance in a tremendous hurry and
hustle, as though the fate of Emope depended upon his
advent in a distant quarter of the globe, and he had forgotten
his appointment tib the very last moment. Unlucky Ap-
pleshoe ! I saw the moment was inopportune; nevertheless,
as I had waited so long, I was determined I would order
the mounts,—it would but detain him a moment. I had
seen certain individuals in Germany, and elsewhere also,
who are in a mighty bustle about trifles, and as slow as
snails when a matter of importance requires haste. Apple-
shoe struck me decidedly as belonging to this class; there-
fore I had less compunction in stopping the unlucky man as
he was rushing out of the shop.
With a deeply-drawn sigh, and the most piteous expres-
sion of countenance, he laid down the roll of paper he