"Why, yes! I thought of one to-day. What was it?" He laughed, for no reason, unless it was that she herself seemed on the point of laughter. "Let me see!"
"You're like me, I can't remember mine. It was something about"
"Oh, I know," he broke in. "It was like the thing I saw—'The Enchanted Castle.' It was about a Prince"
He began to tell her, and she made a good pretence of listening, though her eyes would have betrayed her if she had raised them to him. She nodded or said "Yes?" to encourage him whenever he paused. He broke down with "Oh, I can't tell you. I haven't it clear yet. I" She said: "Tell me on our way home to-night."
They rose together. "I may be kept," he explained in the dressing-room. "Sometimes the boys"
"I'll wait," she said. "Don't try to hurry them."
He had kept her waiting at least five minutes, standing inside the stage entrance in her waterproof, listening to the rain. She wore a little cap with a red feather in it; her cheeks were burning. "Have you no umbrella?" she cried. "Or rubbers?"
"Yours will cover us both. It wasn't raining very hard when I came. My shoes don't leak."
"But you must get rubbers," she scolded, letting him take her umbrella from her. "You'll catch your death of cold."
He opened the door for her. "I'll get them in the morning—first thing." He put up the umbrella and held it over her. She went up the street with him, lec-
