"I don't know, I'm sure. His taste in dress always was a little loud."
"But why is he there at all?"
"Love! Can't you see? I can't explain if it's not obvious. He—er—he must be there."
Audrey looked up, but the baby was not looking at her; he was absorbed in his masterpiece. She flushed, and pressed one little pointed boot firmly to the ground.
"Yes, yes, I see that; but I can't make out the rest of it."
Ted shook his head helplessly, while his sister laughed at his discomfiture.
"Please don't mind my sister," said he, nervously flourishing his maul-stick. "The picture represents two people exchanging souls"—Audrey raised her eyebrows: "those are the souls, and these are the people—do be quiet, Katherine! It's a perfectly conceivable transaction, though I own it might be a very bad bargain for some. I wouldn't like to swop souls with my sister, for instance—she hasn't any imagination."
Audrey gave a little shudder.
"What a curious idea! It makes me feel quite creepy. But I'm sure I never could lose my sense, of personal identity. My individuality is too strong—or something. And then, what has Love got to do with it? What does it all mean?"
"Obviously, that Love is Master of the Ceremonies at every well-regulated metempsychosis," said Katherine.