He flashed a glance at her. "Because you are nice to look at."
"That isn't the reason."
"Why should you question my motives?" he demanded. "But since you must have the truth—it is because of a fancy of mine that I might do it well——"
"I should like it very much," she said, simply.
"Would you?" eagerly.
"Yes."
She had on her red cape, and a black velvet tam pulled over her shining hair.
"I shall not paint you like this," he said, "although the color is—superlative—— Ever since you read to me that story of Randy Paine's, I have had a feeling that the real story ought to have a happy ending, and that I should like to make the illustration."
"I don't know what you mean?"