"Lord have mercy!" Tobe Barnett groaned.

"Well, I'll go, Miss Dolly. I'll go. God bless you! I'll go."

She watched him for a moment as he trudged away, and then, still
trying in vain to unfasten the hook at the back of her neck and
jerking at it impatiently, she turned toward the house.

Mostyn was waiting for her at the porch steps, having put down his
game-bag and fishing-rod.

"I declare you are simply stunning in that thing," he said, admiration
showing itself in every part of him. "It is a dream!"

She frowned, arching her brows reflectively. She bit her lip.

"Oh, I don't know!" she said. "I was just trying it on to please
mother and Miss Stella. Look at the silly things gaping like goggle-
eyed perch at the window. One would think that the revolutions of the
earth on its axis and the movement of all the planets depended on this
scrap of cloth and the vain thing that has it on."

"Take my advice and buy it," Mostyn urged. "It fairly transforms you--
makes you look like a creature from another world."

She shrugged her shoulders. She cast a slow glance after the figure
trudging along the dusty road. She looked down at her breast and
daintily flicked at the pink ribbons which were fluttering in the
gentle breeze.