Show them the most beautiful thing they've ever seen." "What babies you men can be when you get sentimental!" laughed Zaidie, as she put her hands up to her head.

"How do you know that this may not be ugly in their eyes ?" "Quite impossible!" he replied.

"They're a great deal too pretty themselves to think _you_ ugly.

Let it down!" While he was speaking Zaidie had taken off a Spanish mantilla which she had thrown over her head as she came out, and which the ladies of Venus seemed to think was part of her hair.

Then she took out the comb and one or two hairpins which kept the coils in position, deftly caught the ends, and then, after a few rapid movements of her fingers, she shook her head, and the wondering crowd about her saw, what seemed to them a shimmering veil, half gold, half silver, in the soft reflected light from the cloud-veil, fall down from her head over her shoulders.
They crowded still more closely round her, but so quietly and so gently that she felt nothing more than the touch of wondering hands on her arms, and dress, and hair.