Jane frowned, but went on, getting the costume adjusted. When it was complete, headdress and all, Bobs sighed.
"You're all right," she said. "Come look at her, Jerry."
He appeared at the door and stared.
"Jane Judd!" he exclaimed. "Why, Bobs, she's great, she's wonderful!"
Bobs nodded.
"Come on," said Jane.
"Turn around," he ordered. "Do you know about Salome, Jane?"
"'I am Salome, daughter of Herodias, Princess of Judea! Speak again, Jokanaan, thy voice is music to mine ear.'"
"What's this?"
"'Tetrarch, I would that they presently bring me, on a silver charger, the head of Jokanaan,'" Jane cried softly.