"What is that—open you' head, an' blooming you' head? "
Garland informed her.
" Oh-h-h! " laughed the dark one. "Tha' 's way know yo' 'fore open you' bloom-ing head!"
She suddenly reached into the bosom of the kimono of the blue-eyed one, and brought forth a photograph of Garland; whereat Garland got red again, and again the blue-eyed one drooped her head.
"Oh, I say," Garland began, without a very distinct idea of what he was going to say, "Brownie sent you that—aha, ha, ha!"—he had happily drifted into the very thing,—"and wrote you that I would arrive with a letter from him; so that you would know me—you know; and of course when I arrived—of course when I arrived why, of course—oh, hang it!"
They both waited breathlessly upon his words.
"Of course," echoed Black-Eyes, sympathetically—"of course—tha' 's correc', an' tha' 's also—nize. Of course—you arrive when you arrive."
Garland wondered whether she was guying him.
