Thomas Dixon

The Foolish Virgin Thomas Dixon

"Mary Adams, you're a fool!" The single dimple in a smooth red cheek smiled in answer. "You're repeating yourself, Jane??" "You won't give him one hour's time for just three sittings?" "Not a second for one sitting??" "Hopeless!" Mary smiled provokingly, her white teeth gleaming in obstinate good humor. "He's the most distinguished artist in America??" "I've heard so." "It would be a liberal education for a girl of your training to know such a man??" "I'll omit that course of instruction." The younger woman was silent a moment, and a flush of anger slowly mounted her temples. The blue eyes were fixed reproachfully on her friend. "You really thought that I would pose?" "I hoped so." "Alone with a man in his studio for hours?" Jane Anderson lifted her dark brows.