forehead, smiled into her eyes, and kissed them.

"I promised not to ask again."

"Punch!"

So for a moment we two let the world wag. Then the whole booth
fell heavily over, mouth uppermost, and we within it. It was the
final of the animal race that was responsible for our overthrow.
The black pig, blind with jealous rage and mortification at being
beaten on the tape by a cochin china, had borne violently down
upon the booth and upset it, with wicked grunts of satisfaction.

"Hurt, dear?" said I.

"No."

As she slipped her mask into place, Berry put his head in at the
mouth of the booth. Maskless, noseless, I looked at him. Slowly
his astonished features relaxed in a grin.

"So!" he said softly. "I might have known."



CHAPTER II


CLOTHES AND THE MAN