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t showed no signs of abating. Ginger was concerned. Nasty shock for a girl, finding blighters under her bed. Sally sat up, gurgling, and wiped her eyes. "Oh, I am glad to see you," she gasped. "No, really?" said Ginger, gratified. "That's fine." It occurred to him that some sort of apology would be a graceful act. "I say, you know, awfully sorry. About barging in here, I mean. Never dreamed it was your room. Unoccupied, I thought." "Don't mention it. I ought not to have disturbed you. You were having a nice sleep, of course. Do you always sleep on the floor?" "It was like this..." "Of course, if you're wearing it for ornament, as a sort of beauty-spot," said Sally, "all right. But in case you don't know, you've a smut on your nose." "Oh, my aunt! Not really?" "Now would I deceive you on an important point like that?" "Do you mind if I have a look in the glass?" "Certainly, if you can stand it." Ginger moved hurriedly to the dressing-table. "You're perfectly right," he announced, applying his handkerchief. "I thought I was. I'm very quick at noticing things." "My hair's a bit rumpled, too." "Very much so." "You take my tip," said Ginger, earnestly, "and never lie about under beds. There's nothing in it." "That reminds me. You won't be offended if I asked you something?" "No, no. Go ahead." "It's rather an impertinent question. You may resent it." "No, no." "Well, then, what were you doing under my bed?" "Oh, under your bed?" "Yes. Under my bed. This. It's a bed, you know. Mine. My bed. You were under it. Why? Or putting it another way, why were you under my bed?" "I was hiding." "Playing hide-and-seek? That explains it." "Mrs. What's-her-name--Beecher--Meecher--was after me." Sally shook her head disapprovingly. "You mustn't encourage Mrs. Meecher in these childish pastimes. It unsettles her." Ginger passed an agitated hand over his forehead. "It's like this..." "I hate to keep criticizing your appearance," said Sally, "and personally I like it; but, when you clutched your brow just then, you put about a pound of dust on it. Your hands are probably grubby." Ginger inspected them. "They are!" "Why not make a really good job of it and have a wash?" "Do you mind?" "I'd prefer it." "Thanks awfully. I mean to say it's your basin, you know, and all that. What I mean is, seem to be making myself pretty well at home." "Oh, no." "Touchin
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