"'I shall paint your ears.'
"'And the nose too.'
"Well, he sent it to me inside of a year with his compliments. The fancy struck him, he wrote. It was easy to do; I was a good type and all that. Well, there it is."
He turned on an additional bunch of electric lights before the picture.
"Good, isn't it?" Miss Hitchcock exclaimed behind Sommers.
"Too good," he muttered. "I shouldn't have dared to hang it."
The girl's smooth brow contracted.
"Don't you think it was fine, though, his making up his mind out there in Sioux Falls that what he wanted was pictures, and the best pictures, and that he'd have Sargent do his portrait?"
"No more than it's fine for all the rest of these well-dressed men and women to make up their minds that they want to be rich and luxurious and important and all that."
Her face became still more puzzled.