So every now and then the 'worker' push here get up a fete thing and take money off people. Then they find one and send him out. Well, there's one of these stunts on this afternoon, and I've been let in to do something. That's why I look so pale and interesting. The last day or two I've been desperate about it. But now..." 

 "Now what?" 

 "If you'd let me help you to-day, we could take the show to the fete and simply rake it in. It's a splendid way of winning your bet, too. Oh, booth, isn't it obvious that you've been sent?" 

 "It certainly would be nicer than giving performances about the village," she said musingly.  "If only I knew you—" 

 "You don't know the fellow who isn't getting the milk," I objected. 

 "That's different. He'd be only a servant." 

 "I would be the same." 

 There was a pause. A rabbit loped into the road and blinked curiously at the booth. Then he saw me and beat a hasty retreat. 

 "It is in a good cause," I urged.  "You don't know the Bananas; they're absurdly—er—straight." 

 "It's all very well for you," she said; "you know everybody here. But it would be an impossible position for me; I don't know a soul. Now, if we were both strangers—" 

 "Well?" 

 "Well, then they wouldn't worry as to who we were and what we had to do with one another." 

 "Then let's both be strangers." 

 "How can you be strange to order?" 

 "Hush!"  I said.  "I will disguise me. At home I have put away a Pierrot dress not one of them knows anything about, and I think I can raise a mask. If I—" 

 A stifled exclamation from the booth made me look up. Framed in its mouth, her arms folded and resting on the ledge, was the girl. 

 What I could see of her was dressed as a Pierrot. Her hair was concealed under a black silk cap, and the familiar white felt conical hat sat jauntily over one ear. A straight, white nose, and a delicate chin, red lips 

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