"Is that my punishment?"
"Part of it."
"Well, I can stand it if you can," he declared recklessly. "What's the rest?"
"I think," she said, after deliberating with herself, "that I shall sentence you to slavery. You are to be at my beck and call until you've attained a proper pitch of repentance and are ready to admit that I'm not as hopelessly homely as you told your friend."
"Homely!" cried the harassed youth. "I think you're the most wond—hum!" He broke off, catching himself just in time. "You say this slavery business is to last until I make my recantation?" he inquired cunningly.
He assumed a judicial pose. "Calls for consideration. Would you mind tilting the face a little to the left?"
"Gracious! Another artist? Mr. Flaunt has been plaguing me all the morning to sit to him."
"No, I'm not an artist. Simply a connoisseur. Now that I look more closely, your eyebrows are slanted a full degree too much to the north."
"My nurse was a Jap. Do you think Oriental influence could account for it?" she asked anxiously.