He walked part of the way home with the Saxons before he branched off to the place where he had left his bicycle.
[Illustration: "YOU LOOK _NICE_--YOU DO _REALLY_, WITH YOUR HAIR DOWN"] "You look _nice_--you do, _really_, with your hair down," said Ingred to Quenrede that night, as the latter sat wielding her hairbrush at bedtime.

"And you needn't be afraid anybody would mistake you for a flapper.

Why, Harry Scampton actually asked Hereward the other day if you were married! By the by," she added wickedly, "do you know I've ascertained that Mr.Broughten's Christian name begins with 'J.' Whether 'John' or 'James' I can't say!" "I don't care if it's Jehosaphat!" snorted Queenie.

"I've told you already he doesn't interest me in the least!".