“Of course,” he answered, still more drily.
“Draped,” she persisted.
“No.”
“I hate models!” she cried out, almost fiercely.
“They are not a pleasing set, as a rule,” he admitted. “But I know some decent ones.”
She shivered and shook her curly head. “Some are very pretty, I suppose.”
“Some.”
“Do you know Sarah Brown?”
“Yes, I know Sarah.”
“Men go wild about her.”