I love Harris tweeds," said the girl quietly. "It's just as
well, isn't it?"

All things considered, it was. Her nose was embedded in the
cloth about two inches above my left breast-pocket. In silence I
kissed her hair four times. Then:

"I confess," I said, that the real blue-black hair has always
been a weakness of mine.

At that she struggled to rise, but the angle was against her,
and, honestly, I couldn't do much. The next minute she had found
the edge of the wind-screen- fortunately open at the time of the
accident- and had pulled herself off me.

"My hair must have been- "

"Almost in my mouth," I said. "Exactly. I have been- "

"What?"

"Licking it, my dear. It's awfully good for hair, you know-
imparts a gloss-like and silky appearance. Besides, since- "

"Idiot!"

I climbed gingerly out of the car, and then helped her into the
bushes.

"Suffering from shock, Alice? I'm really devilish sorry."