THE BAZAAR 245 



" Yes," said Mr Giveen, " he's great at kicking 

 is Michael. But he'll kick once too often one of 

 these days." He rubbed his hands together softly 

 and chuckled to himseK. 



" He will," said Bobby. " I'd give anything 

 to get even with him and pay him back. I say, 

 what brought you into that bazaar place? " 



" What brought me in? " said Giveen. " Why, 

 what else but a girl." 



" A girl? " 



"Faith, the prettiest girl I ever saw. I was 

 coming along the street here, looking for someone 

 to ask them where French Hved, when a motor 

 car stopped at that red brick place, and out of 

 the motor car steps a girl with a face Hke a tea-rose. 

 The instant her eye ht on me she smiles. Now, 

 when a girl smiles at a fellow like that, what does 

 it mean? " 



" That sh^'s fallen in love with you, of course," 

 rephed Mr Dashwood, looking at the face and 

 figu-re of his companion as one looks at a Toby 

 jug on a Hogarth print, allured yet repelled by its 

 grotesqueness. 



" Well," went on Mr Giveen, " what does a fellow 

 do when a girl looks at him like that but follow her? 

 So in I went, and a chap at the door stops me. 

 ' Sixpence,' says he. ' What for? ' says I. 'To 

 go into the bazaar,' says he. ' What are they doin' 

 there? ' says I. ' Selhng things,' says he. ' I 

 want a cup of tea,' says I, ' but I'm not goin' to 

 pay sixpence to go in and get it.' ^ Oh,' he says. 



