Would Elsie Become a Model?

She pushed the button of the electric doorbell next to the marble slain with the words Rinus van Diemen, fashion designer. She hoped her visit would not come at an inopportune moment. It was summer. A slant of wind from the seaside played with her hairs. The beautiful mansion was the third in the street that began at the esplanade. The door swung open and a friendly smiling gentleman with white hair said, “Good afternoon, young lady. What can I do for you?” Elsie Bennema swallowed her shyness...