"
"It sounds delightfully like voodoo," she observed. "What must I
do with them?"
"First, catch your hair. Well up toward the head, please. Now pull
it out. One, two, three--yank!"
"Ouch!" said the voice above.
"Do it again. Now have you got two?"
"Yes."
"Knot them together."
There was a period of silence.
"It's very difficult," complained the girl.
"Because you're doing it in silence. There must be sprightly
conversation or the charm won't work. Talk!"
"What about?"
"Tell me who you thought I was when you said, 'Boo!' at me."
"A goose."
"A--a GOOSE! Why--what--"
"Doesn't one proverbially say 'Boo!' to a goose?" she remarked
demurely.
"If one has the courage. Now, I haven't. I'm shy."
"Shy! You?" Again the delicious trill of her mirth rang in his
ears. "I should imagine that to be the least of your troubles."
"No! Truly." There was real and anxious earnestness in his
assurance. "It's because I don't see you. If I were face to face
with you, I'd stammer and get red and make a regular imbecile of
myself. Another reason why I stick down here and decline to yield
to temptation.
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