"Do you expect me to be steady at such a time, Herr Lassen?" with mock emphasis on the name.
"I shan't be Lassen after this, mind. This thing I've got in my pocket christens me Johann Liebe."
She laughed. "Let me look at it. I declare I could almost kiss it," she exclaimed, when I showed it to her. "And now we'll be sensible. What are my marching orders?"
"Flying orders, we call them. Well, I still hope we shall travel in state under Government patronage, and——"
"I hope not," she broke in. "I'd much rather go on the 'third wheel,' you know. It would be glorious fun. I don't want to have to scrap my disguise and have had all my trouble for nothing."
"That's all right; but the other wheel's both safer and quicker, thank you. All the same you'd better bring the props along in case things go wrong. One never knows. Do you want to bother with any luggage?"
"A comb and a toothbrush, a few hairpins and a pair of scissors. That too much?"
"Rather not; but why scissors?"
"You don't want your assistant to have long hair, do you? And it might be injudicious to worry a barber."
We both laughed. "I never thought of that. By Jove, it would be a beastly shame to have to cut off that lovely wig of yours." She had most beautiful hair of a rich dark auburn.