A spasm contracted his brow.

"Hell! Think of it! Sarah and I used to go buggy-riding once on a time.

And I guess she had her three pairs of shoes, too.

Can you beat it ?" In her bedroom Saxon completed her dressing, for an instant stepping upon a chair so as to glimpse critically in the small wall-mirror the hang of her ready-made linen skirt.

This, and the jacket, she had altered to fit, and she had double-stitched the seams to achieve the coveted tailored effect.