"You are the cheeriest series of shocks," Russell exclaimed, whereupon Alice added to the series.
"Tell me: Is it a good policy for me to follow with you?" she asked, and he found the mockery in her voice delightful. "Would you advise me to offer you shocks as a sort of vacation from suavity?"
"Suavity" was yet another sketch of Mildred; a recognizable one, or it would not have been humorous. In Alice's hands, so dexterous in this work, her statuesque friend was becoming as ridiculous as a fine figure of wax left to the mercies of a satirist.
But the lively young sculptress knew better than to overdo: what she did must appear to spring all from mirth; so she laughed as if unwillingly, and said, "I mustn't laugh at Mildred! In the first place, she's your—your cousin. And in the second place, she's not meant to be funny; it isn't right to laugh at really splendid people who take themselves seriously. In the third place, you won't come again if I do."
"Don't be sure of that," Russell said, "whatever you do."
"'Whatever I do?'" she echoed. "That sounds as if you thought I could be terrific! Be careful; there's one thing I could do that would keep you away."
"What's that?"
