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THE WOODCARVING CLASS

aspire, these levels from which one may tip a butler, scorn a tailor, and even commune with those who lead `men' into battle. 'Almost like gentlefolks'-that was it! He brooded over these things in the afternoon, until they blossomed into daydreams. Suppose, for example, he had chanced to write a book, a well-known book, under an assumed name, and yet kept on being a draper all the time .... Impossible, of course; but suppose It made quite a long dream.
And at the next woodcarving class he let it be drawn from him that his real choice in life was to be a Nawther`only one doesn't get a chance.
After this there were times when Kipps had the pleasant sense that comes of attracting interest. He was a mute, inglorious Dickens, or at any rate something of that sort, and they were all taking him at that. The discovery of this indefinable `something' in him, the development of which was now painfully restricted and impossible, did much to bridge the gulf between himself and Miss Walshingham. He was unfortunate, he was futile, but he was not `common'. Even now with help ? The two girls, and the freckled girl in particular, tried to `stir him up' to some effort to do his imputed potentialities justice. They were still young enough to believe that to nice and niceish members of the male sex-more especially when under the stimulus of feminine encouragement-nothing is finally impossible.
The freckled girl was, I say, the stage manager of this affair, but Miss Walshingham was the presiding divinity. A touch of proprietorship came in her eyes at times when she looked at him. He was hers-unconditionally-and she knew it.
To her directly, Kipps scarcely ever made a speech. The enterprising things that he was continually devising to say to her, he usually did not say, or said, with a suitable modification, to the girl with the freckles. And one dar' the girl with the freckles smote him to the heart. She said to him, looking across the class-room to where her friend reached a cast from the shelf, `I do think Helen Walshingham is sometimes the most lovely person in the world, Look at her now!'
Kipps gasped for a moment. The moment lengthened, and she regarded him as an intelligent young surgeon

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