"And me pig-tail."
"You don't deserve it," said Boy.
Silver approached.
"Put 'em on, will you?" he said.
Albert obeyed without demur and without a symptom of emotion. In a moment he had become a coarse caricature of his young mistress, ludicrously alike and yet worlds away.
"Not so bad," commented the young man. "You could act, Albert?"
"Yes, sir," said Albert, in whom diffidence was not a defect.
The lad made for the door in his hat and pig-tail, and as though to manifest his quality gave a little coquettish flirt to the skirt of his coat as he went out.
"You'll be wanted this morning, Albert, you and Brand," the girl called after him.
"Yes, Miss."