The music had stopped. Ruth swung round.
“What are you dreaming about Kirk?”
Kirk came to himself with a start.
“I was thinking of a lot of things. For one, about that picture of mine.”
“What about it?”
“Well, when I was going to finish it.”
“Why don’t you?”
Kirk laughed.
“Where’s my model? You’ve scared her up a tree, and I can’t coax her down.”