“Areyougoingtomakeasketchofit？”Icouldnothelpasking，asIunveiledtheGeniusofMuskegon。
“Ah，that’smysecret。”saidhe。“Neveryoumind。Amousecanhelpalion。”
Hewalkedroundmystatueandhadthedesignexplainedtohim。IhadrepresentedMuskegonasayoung，almostastripling，mother，withsomethingofanIndiantype；thebabeuponherkneeswaswinged，toindicateoursoaringfuture；andherseatwasamedleyofsculpturedfragments，Greek，Roman，andGothic，toremindusoftheolderworldsfromwhichwetraceourgeneration。
“Now，doesthissatisfyyou，Mr。Dodd？”heinquired，assoonasIhadexplainedtohimthemainfeaturesofthedesign。
“Well。”Isaid，“thefellowsseemtothinkit’snotabadbonnefemmeforabeginner。Idon’tthinkit’sentirelybadmyself。