approval: “You have improved a lot this year!” Hovannes, too, liked her Melba: “It’s the best yet,” he said. And the final accolade: “The Art Students League,” said Frances, “have taken an option on my Melba! That means they want to buy it! I am walking on air!”
After a celebratory supper with friends, she returned home late after perhaps a couple too many. “Woke up feeling terrible. Guess I shouldn’t drink so much. But …” She brightened. “… tonight the committee will decide on my scholarship.”
Later she met her friend Rowlie (Joan Rowland) for lunch, and they walked along the East River. It was a crisply cool April day and the sun sparkled on the river as they sat on a bench, watched the boats, and reminisced of their days in Ontario and at Tannamakoon summer camp. “Rowlie was a great pianist, international reputation, toured all over Europe. She studied under Mona Bates in that big old Massey mansion on Jarvis Street —519 Jarvis Street, where Barbara Howard and I lived after we graduated from the Ontario College of Art.” Publicity photographs of Joan Rowland show a wide happy smile, lots of teeth. “Rowlie was kind of fat, freckles. She looked just like a little girl — until she sat down at that big grand piano. I met her at Tannamakoon. She was a good swimmer.”
Rowlie laughed, recalling the days at the camp. “Remember the time I almost drowned you?” she said. “Talked you into swimming way out.”
“Remember?!” said Frances. “How could I forget? I could have died!”
“Come on. I towed you in, didn’t I?”
More laughter as Frances cried, “How very considerate of you!”
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