Fenton. Not me, ma'am. I never had no time for exercise; I got that workin' in a freight yard.
Margaret. I suppose you think me rather peculiar, Mr. Fenton.
Fenton. You said it, Miss.
Margaret. You see I'm a sculptress. [Points to statuette.] This is my work.
Fenton. You made that? Gee! that's great. [Examines statuette.] Just like them statues at the Metropolitan.
Margaret. That figure is Apollo, Mr. Fenton.
Fenton. Oh, Apollo.
Margaret. I was to engage a professional model for it, but I could never hope to get a professional as fine a type as you. Will you pose for it?
Fenton [aghast]. Me? That feller there without any clothes. [Dubiously.] Well, I don't know. It's kind of chilly here.
Margaret. If I draped you, it would spoil some of your lines. [Seeing his hesitation.] But I will if you like.