The cap had disappeared before a close-fitting, vari-colored turban.

But the straying brown hair still was there, the brown eyes, the piquant little nose and the prettily formed lips.

Fairchild's heart thumped,--nor did he stop to consider why.

A quickening of his pace, and he met her just as she stepped to the curbing.
"I 'm so glad of this opportunity," he exclaimed happily.

"I want to return that money to you.