"It is not so wonderful to me that you are tired, you are overworked," she said, sitting beside him, "once in a while you should call a halt."
"I mean to sometime, but not yet, I cannot stop yet."
"Have you secured your model for the Athlete?"
"Not yet, they are hard to find. I must have a man with solid and graceful curves of beauty and strength, and they are not picked up every day. Few men are of perfect build."
"Mr. Latham has a fine physique, why don't you get him?"
"What an idea! Do you suppose for a moment that a man of his means would hire himself out by the hour for such a price as I could afford to pay? Don't let me hear you speak of it again, he would positively be insulted."
Presently Robert's eyes were attracted toward the floor:
"What is that?" he asked, pointing to a white something.
"I did not know I dropped them?" and she sprang hastily, as if to conceal what it was.
"Bring it to me. What is it?"
She bowed her head low and made no answer.
"Look here, Cherokee, I will see what it is," and he laid his hand on her arm.
