“You're an exceptional woman,” returned Winfield, promptly, “and I'd advise you to sit for your photograph. The papers would like it—'Picture of the Only Woman Who Doesn't Want Anything'—why, that would work off an extra in about ten minutes!”
Ruth looked at him for a moment, then turned her eyes away. He felt vaguely uncomfortable, and was about to offer atonement when Joe's deep bass voice called out:
“Hello!”
“Hello yourself!” came in Hepsey's highest tones, from the garden.
“Want anything to-day?”
“Nope!”
There was a brief pause, and then Joe shouted again: “Hepsey!”
“Well?”
“I should think they'd break their vocal cords,” said Winfield.
“I wish they would,” rejoined Ruth, quickly.