"It's very pretty," he said.
"My face or my bonnet, Alf?"
"I should like to hug you, Lizzie," was his crooked answer.
"But you mustn't," she said, with ripples in her voice. "So many people looking! Give me twopence, Alf."
"What for?" he asked, giving her the coppers.
"For the conjurers--because I feel so happy."
A juvenile member of the company had just tied himself into a knot, and having untied himself, Lizzie beckoned to him and gave him the money, the good example being immediately followed by others of the on-lookers.
"You've brought them luck, Lizzie."
"I'm glad of it."
But the hat question was not yet settled. She directed his attention to it.