“I like your dress,” remarked Mrs. McKee, “I think it's adorable.”

Mrs. Wilson rejected the compliment by raising her eyebrow in disdain.

“It's just a crazy old thing,” she said. “I just slip it on sometimes when I don't care what I look like.”

“But it looks wonderful on you, if you know what I mean,” pursued Mrs. McKee. “If Chester could only get you in that pose I think he could make something of it.”

We all looked in silence at Mrs. Wilson who removed a strand of hair from over her eyes and looked back at us with a brilliant smile. Mr. McKee regarded her intently with his head on one side and then moved his hand back and forth slowly in front of his face.