"I know."
Valerie plucked a grass blade and bit it in two reflectively.
"It's a funny sort of a world, isn't it, Rita?"
"Very humorous—if you look at it that way."
"Don't you?"
"Not entirely."
Valerie glanced up at the hammock.
"How did you happen to become a model, Rita?"
"I'm a clergyman's daughter; what do you expect?" she said, with smiling bitterness.
"You!"