"No, no, it isn't. Surely you know my name's Holiday?"
As if I hadn't ever heard it! How absurd I'd been! How idiotic! How wool-gathering!
I pulled myself together.
"Oh, I know," I said quickly and apologetically, as I caught up a handful of the poultry-food. "Yes. Of course, I know that."
"Then," returned Captain Holiday, "why did you ask me if my name was Richard Wynn?"
I laughed a little.
"It was a silly question," I admitted. "It must have sounded quite mad! Only for one minute, seeing you in these clothes, I suppose——"
He looked swiftly down at the shaggy cuff of that quite disreputable Norfolk jacket. "Seeing me in these clothes; yes——?"
"Tock, tock, tock," put in the grey hen.
"Well, you suddenly reminded me of somebody I used to know," said I, and I turned to scatter that handful to those clucking, calling fowls.