"Disappointed?" she said.
"Not in you—you're beautiful. But in myself. Yes, I shall resign."
"Resign?"
"My scout-hood."
"You were wrong about my hair, but—"
"But what?"
"You knew me again, at any rate."
"But of course. You've the same voice and the same dear laugh, and—yes, you've got—"
"What?"
"The same ear-rings," said I.