"
"Well, you got a wig there, ain't you? It doesn't take but about
five seconds to stick that on. Hurry up, gringo! I'm clean
through this old newspaper."
"Read the advertisements," came saucily through the door.
"I've read the durned things twice."
"Learn them by heart," the sweet voice advised.
"Oh, you go to Halifax!"
Nevertheless, Mr. Bucky had to wait his comrade's pleasure. But
when he got a vision of the result, it was so little what he had
expected that it left him staring in amazement, his jaw fallen
and his eyes incredulous.
The vision swept him a low bow. "How do you like Bonita?" it
demanded gaily.
Bucky's eyes circled the room, to make sure that the boy was not
hidden somewhere, and came back to rest on his surprise with a
look that was almost consternation. Was this vivid, dazzling
creature the boy he had been patronizing, lecturing, promising to
thrash any time during the past four days? The thing was
unbelievable, not yet to be credited by his jarred brain. How
incredibly blind he had been! What an idiot of sorts! Why, the
marks of sex sat on her beyond any possibility of doubt.
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