"I must paint you all over again," he said, suddenly breaking in on one of her remarks. "Just as you are to-day,—an outdoor girl, a glorious outdoor girl in—"
"In muddy boots," she laughed, drawing her skirt away to reveal a shapely foot in an American walking shoe.
He smiled and gave voice to a new thought. "By Jove, how much better looking our American shoes are than the kind they wear in London!"
"Sara insists on American shoes, so long as I am with her. I don't think our boots are so villainous, do you?"
"Just the same, I'm going to paint you again, boots and all. You—"
"Oh, how tired you will become of me!"
"Try me!"
"Besides, you are to do Sara at once. She has consented to sit to you. She will be wonderful, Mr. Booth, oh, how wonderful!"
There was no mistaking the sincerity of this rapt opinion.
"Stunning," was his brief comment. "By the way, I've hesitated about asking how she and Mr. Wrandall came out with the detective chap."