And then, and then, and then! What a bombardment! How pleased I was! I was inordinately happy, and I didn't eat a thing till the salad.
"How could you!" said Nancy.
"But you didn't recognize me,"—with a show of defiance; "and I expected that you would be the very first."
"Cut off that horrid beard."
"To-morrow morning."
"And never wear it again."
"Never."
"Have you found Cinderella?" Nancy asked presently.
"No; but I haven't given up all hope."