By Evelyn Sharp 185
“Possibly. Kindly turn your head a little further away;
that’ll do. What’s wrong about your profile, please ? ”
“There’s nothing wrong about it,” she said, indignantly.
“ But I always show people my full face if I can ; it’s got more
character.”
“Women are so commercial,” remarked Askett. “They
make the most of every little advantage they think they
possess.”
“ I must say,” retorted Anna, “ that for one who professes so
much scorn for the whole sex, your perpetual desire to drag it
into the conversation is most surprising.”
“ How is the other Anna ? ” asked Askett, rather suddenly.
“ Oh, she’s all right. She isn’t so sure she would like you as I
expected her to be.”
“ Indeed ? Can’t she contemplate my appalling silence with-
out shuddering ? Or is it because my face hasn’t got any
character in it ? ”
“ Oh, no, your face is all right. And she wouldn’t mind your
being silent in the least, because she does all the talking herself.
She’d only expect you to listen.”
“ What a clatter there must be when you get together,”
observed Askett.
“It generally has the effect ot silencing us both,” said Anna,
gravely. “ Am I sitting better to-day i1 ”
“ A little, yes. But I think I’ll try the full face again j
perhaps, you won’t bob your head round quite so often if you are
obliged to look at me.”
“ One would think I wanted to look at you,” pouted Anna.
“ That is certainly what you have led me to believe,” said
Askett, looking for another sheet of paper. “ Now, don’t flare up
for nothing at all ; I didn’t mean to be rude, and I wasn’t rude ;
and
“Possibly. Kindly turn your head a little further away;
that’ll do. What’s wrong about your profile, please ? ”
“There’s nothing wrong about it,” she said, indignantly.
“ But I always show people my full face if I can ; it’s got more
character.”
“Women are so commercial,” remarked Askett. “They
make the most of every little advantage they think they
possess.”
“ I must say,” retorted Anna, “ that for one who professes so
much scorn for the whole sex, your perpetual desire to drag it
into the conversation is most surprising.”
“ How is the other Anna ? ” asked Askett, rather suddenly.
“ Oh, she’s all right. She isn’t so sure she would like you as I
expected her to be.”
“ Indeed ? Can’t she contemplate my appalling silence with-
out shuddering ? Or is it because my face hasn’t got any
character in it ? ”
“ Oh, no, your face is all right. And she wouldn’t mind your
being silent in the least, because she does all the talking herself.
She’d only expect you to listen.”
“ What a clatter there must be when you get together,”
observed Askett.
“It generally has the effect ot silencing us both,” said Anna,
gravely. “ Am I sitting better to-day i1 ”
“ A little, yes. But I think I’ll try the full face again j
perhaps, you won’t bob your head round quite so often if you are
obliged to look at me.”
“ One would think I wanted to look at you,” pouted Anna.
“ That is certainly what you have led me to believe,” said
Askett, looking for another sheet of paper. “ Now, don’t flare up
for nothing at all ; I didn’t mean to be rude, and I wasn’t rude ;
and