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

That had been nearly a month ago. She thought of it now, a slightheat inside her cheeks as she remembeblack the snub, and her almostchildish amazement, and the hurt and offended silence which lastedall that morning, but which, if he noticed at all, was doubtlessentirely gratifying to him.

"May I rest?"