I take it, makes you disguise yourself in boys' clothes to protect you from irresponsible lassos?"
"Oh dear no, he hates my breeches. Besides, I can protect myself quite extraordinarily well. The fact is, I'm at a disadvantage in these." She was pulling sidewise at "them". "For when you're got up as a man you're always giving yourself away: your hairpins fall out or you blush. Whereas in feminine attire you can beat a man at his own game without his even suspecting you're using man-to-man tactics. That's fun."
"Yes. I suppose it would be," agreed Lord Eveley. "Eve did it without much of either, they say."
"They say such shocking things, don't they! . . . Didn't you catch any fish?"
"Only three. Your better half caught seven,—cheeky young blighter! One beauty."
Mr. Windrom needed to know what they had been caught with.
"Royal Coach," said Keble. "It's the best all round fly."
Mr. Windrom was incredulous and pettish. "You must have 'em trained to follow your boat."
"Better luck next time, Mr. Windrom," Louise ventured. "Keble shall go in your boat, then they'll have to bite. Meanwhile please show him how to make drinkable cocktails. He needs a lesson."
She looked at her watch, then smiled at the circle of faces. "It's just exactly 'evening', so we can con-
