Had she thought all this out for his entertainment, he wondered?
"Yes," he said.
"But—you naev—naever go'n' tell?"
She raised her brows, and held up a finger archly.
"On my sacred honor!" laughed Garland.
"No one?"
"Not a soul."
"Tha' 's go'n' be 'nother secret among jus' you an' me for aever an' aever? "
"For ever and ever," announced Garland, as if it were the Service.
"Account if you aever do, they go'n' kill me!"
"What! Kill you?"
"Dade!" She nodded ominously.
"Who?"
"Black-Eyes an' those modder."
"Oh!" said Garland. He understood.
He was left to guess that this dainty flower had been taught the arts of a geisha to assist also in keeping up Brownie's state.
"I lig dance for you," confessed the girl, joyously. "Others? No; I do not lig. They as' me, 'Where you got those pink face?' Me? I don' lig those. I rather work in those mill. My modder an' my
