except for her feet. They were superlatively safe, for, having water on the knees, Angie always wore rubber boots to bed.
In the twinkling of an ear she had disguised her true self in an inveterate green kimono, and she was ready to explore the fastnesses of the hall bedroom. But Angela was proud, though practical. Would she stoop to coax him forth? Not she. She lay flat on her tum. The poor girl who had had few opportunities in her life to pull a man’s leg now eagerly embraced the opportunity and a pair of brilliant trousers. Out they came, and a body, several arms and the grin with them. But the excitement was too great for a girl already weakened by hangnails, and for a time she feared that she would be prostrated by the violent attack of goose-flesh she now enjoyed.
The foregoing events occurred in far less time than it has taken me to tell them; but, you see, they were in a hurry. I am not.
Her visitor, for such, upon investigation, he proved to be, wore an officer’s uniform. If he were not a colonel he was at least a nut. Notwithstanding the fact that bright red trousers and cast iron collars are not
