“I should change the light,” he said after a moment. “I'd like to bring out the modelling of the features. And I'd try to get hold of all the back hair.”

“I wouldn't think of changing the light,” cried Mrs. McKee. “I think it's — — ”

Her husband said “Sh! “ and we all looked at the subject again whereupon Tom Buchanan yawned audibly and got to his feet.

“You McKees have something to drink,” he said. “Get some more ice and mineral water, Myrtle, before everybody goes to sleep.”

“I told that boy about the ice.” Myrtle raised her eyebrows in despair at the shiftlessness of the lower orders. “These people! You have to keep after them all the time.”