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 “Why not?”

Quick as thought she set to work, and in a twinkling her feet were bare.

“What lovely little feet you have, Andromeda.”

Deep into the clover she buried her pink toes.

“Tt’s so soft and cool,” she said. “I wonder why we are forced to wear shoes and stockings?” He suggested convenience for one thing; then there were climatic conditions which did not favour the idea. “Oh, Perseus,” she moaned, “you will ruin everything.”

“Tf I only had feet like yours,” he said, “I might be tempted.”

She drew them up under her skirt, her mouth pouting prettily.

“If you are going to make such remarks I shall put on my shoes again.”

“Please don’t,” he protested. “They are so pretty.”

Gradually they stole out again from beneath the hem of the skirt, and quick as thought he seized them, stooped down and kissed them.

Just then a lark rose somewhere from amid the neighbouring heather, and circling upward poured forth a ringing peal of joyousness.