bring him."

"Let's play at bears," said her husband. "It's a priceless game. Every
one gets under a different rug and growls."

Resignedly Daphne retired to the sofa. Jill sank down upon the pile of
rugs and shook silently. Observing that we were unattended, another
salesman was hurrying in our direction. Before he could launch the
inevitable question--

"I want a dog licence and some magic lanterns," said Berry. "You know.
The ones that get all hot and smell."

There was a shriek of laughter from Jill, and the unfortunate assistant
looked round wildly, as if for support.

Clearly something had to be done.

I stepped forward and slid my arm through that of the delinquent.

"Enough," said I. "Come and devil the hosier. If you're not quick all
the socks will be gone."

My brother-in-law eyed me suspiciously.

"And leave my baggage?" he demanded, pointing to Daphne. "Never. This is
a ruse. Where is the manager of the emporium? I dreamed about him last
night. He had brown boots on."

I consulted my watch before replying.