"I would be the same."
There was a pause. A rabbit loped into the road and blinked curiously at the booth. Then he saw me and beat a hasty retreat.
"It is in a good cause," I urged. "You don't know the Bananas; they're absurdly—er—straight."
"It's all very well for you," she said; "you know everybody here. But it would be an impossible position for me; I don't know a soul. Now, if we were both strangers—"
"Well?"
"Well, then they wouldn't worry as to who we were and what we had to do with one another."
"Then let's both be strangers."
"How can you be strange to order?"
"Hush!" I said. "I will disguise me. At home I have put away a Pierrot dress not one of them knows anything about, and I think I can raise a mask. If I—"
A stifled exclamation from the booth made me look up. Framed in its mouth, her arms folded and resting on the ledge, was the girl.