"Oh, I'll do Gardiner one of these days, but I reckon I'll make another study to-day."
"Me?" Bella shook back her mane.
Her cousin considered her with an impersonal eye, whose expression she did not understand to be the artist's gauge and measure.
"Bella," he said shortly, "I'm going to make a cast of your foot."
She was sitting on the sofa and drew her feet under her.
"Only just my foot, Cousin Antony, not all of me?"
"Come now," said the sculptor, "it won't take long. It's heaps of sport."
He unrolled the paper parcel he had brought, unfolding a mass of snowy, delectable looking powder.
"Ask old Ann to fetch us a couple of basins, deep ones, some water and a little oil and salt."