"Good for the nose," said I.

"It's all very well to say that, but it took me ages to get it
all under the wretched cap this morning."

"I shouldn't put it back again if I were you. You see," I went
on earnestly, "everybody will know you're a girl, Judy dear."

"Why, Punch?" She drew aside the dust coat and revealed the
wide Pierrot trousers she was wearing.

"Priceless," I admitted. "But what I really love are your feet."
She
looked concernedly at her little, high-heeled shoes.

I stooped to flick the dust from their patent leather.

"Thank you, Punch. What shall I do about my hair, then?"

"Wear it in a pig-tail. I'll plait it for you. It'll be worth
another sovereign to the Bananas."

"If you put it like that-" she said slowly.

"I do, Judy."
If the suggestion was not prompted by motives which were entirely
disinterested, I think I may be forgiven.

"I say, Judy," I said a little later, pausing unnecessarily in