The performances went with a bang, and when, at the conclusion
of the playlet, I lifted Judy to the rickety shelf, so that her
head and shoulders were framed in the mouth of the booth, it was
the signal for a burst of applause.

On one of these occasions:

"It's not fair that I should take every call," she said, looking
down at my upturned face.

"My dear Judy, I have my reward."

"What?"

"Don't I lift you up every time?"

She laughed pleasedly.

"Gallant Punch, you're easily satisfied."

"Am I, Judy- am I?" I said gently, taking her hand.

"Yes," she said, snatching it away. " You are and will be. Go
out
and get the money."

I adjusted my nose thoughtfully. Daphne was, of course, in
great evidence. Anxious to run no unnecessary risk, I avoided
her when possible, and when I did find myself in her proximity, I