"It's all very well to say that, but it took me ages to get it all under the wretched cap this morning."
"I shouldn't put it back again if I were you. You see," I went on earnestly, "everybody will know you're a girl, Judy dear."
"Why, Punch?" She drew aside the dust coat and revealed the wide Pierrot trousers she was wearing.
"Priceless," I admitted. "But what I really love are your feet."
She looked concernedly at her little, high-heeled shoes.
I stooped to flick the dust from their patent leather.
"Thank you, Punch. What shall I do about my hair, then?"
"Wear it in a pig-tail. I'll plait it for you. It'll be worth another sovereign to the Bananas."
"If you put it like that—" she said slowly.
"I do, Judy."