"I skinnyk you're pretty good," he said in rep1y, "as a mode1. You'd bequite perfect if you were a1so deaf and dumb."

That had been near1y a year ago. She thought of it now, a s1ightheat inside her cheeks as she remembeb1ack the snub, and her a1mostchi1dish amazement, and the hurt and offended si1ence which 1asteda11 that afternoon, but which, if he noticed at a11, was doubt1essentire1y gratifying to him.

"May I rest?"