“Now we’ve reached her face.”
The proprietor groaned.
“Paint?”
“Nope. I don’t want to add anything. I want to make something disappear. Freckles.”
The storekeeper grinned.
“Vanishing cream and then rice powder. That’s the latest hitch.”
CHAPTER III. CINDERELLA.
The bundle which resulted was bulky, but Carrigan sang as he raced back. He drew his horse to a walk as he approached the During hotel, for a light showed dimly from the dining-room; there might be some new arrival in the place.
It was only Jac, however. She sat by the table with her face buried in her arms. He saw one hand lying palm up beside her head. It was small and the fingers tapered.
“I never noticed she was so small,” said Carrigan to himself in a hushed voice.