“You witch!” His admiring eyes still lingered on her face. “Billy, I'm going to paint you sometime in just that pose. You're adorable!”
“Pooh! Just another face of a girl,” teased the adorable one.
Bertram gave a sudden exclamation.
“There! And I haven't told you, yet. Guess what my next commission is.”
“To paint a portrait?”
“Yes.”
“Can't. Who is it?”
“J. G. Winthrop's daughter.”
“Not the J. G. Winthrop?”
“The same.”