And--good gracious! Godfrey, your head smells like a whole hairdresser's shop.

Please come to the other side, to leeward of me." He murmured something about liking to look tidy, and then remarked that she seemed rather finely dressed herself.
"It's only my Mexican hat," she answered, touching the big sombrero, woven from the finest Panama grass, which she was wearing, "and the necklace is made of little gold Aztec idols that were found in a grave.
They are very rare; a gentleman gave them to me, and afterwards I was horrified to find that he had paid an awful lot for them, L200, I believe.

Do you understand about the Aztec gods?
If not I will explain them all to you.

This big one in the middle is Huitzilcoatl, the god of----" "No, no," interrupted Godfrey, "I don't and I don't want to.

I think them very ugly, and I always understood that ladies did not accept such expensive presents from gentlemen.