"Oh, look at that funny little curl Miss Roberts is wearing to-night!"
"Bother Miss Roberts. When are you going to let me have your face to paint?"
"My cousin's, you mean," said Mary, rubbing away harder than ever.
"No, I don't. I mean yours."
"I never give away photographs to gentlemen."
"Well, sit to me then."
"Sit to you! Where?"
"In my studio."
"Good gracious! What are you talking about?"
"You."