"Will you let me paint you, Miss Numè?" he asked. "I'll make the sky a vivid blue behind you, and paint you like a bright tropic flower standing out against it."
The girl looked at Sinclair standing behind Taylor. He shook his head at her.
"No," she said, with exaggerated dignity, "Numè does not wish to be painted."
"Well, what about Koto?"
Koto nodded her head in undisguised pleasure at the prospect.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. DISPROVING A PROVERB.
While Taylor sketched Koto, Sinclair and Numè wandered away from them, and finding a pretty shady spot sat down together. The girl was strangely shy, though she did not pretend to hide the artless pleasure she had in seeing him again.
"What have you been doing with yourself all these days, Numè?"