"Well, thank the Lord for face powder!" cried the rescued man, as he suddenly realized how long and ingeniously the girl had been planning to save him--and realized, also, what such planning implied. "It _is_ lucky I brought my handbag with me from the twentieth century--and the face powder in it," stated the girl. But his arms had already reached down to seize her. And, for the first time, she responded fully to his embrace. "I--I--I didn't know how much I cared, Mort," she sobbed, "until I thought--I thought they were going to kill you!" "Well, after all, decapitation has some merits," he smiled back. "Come to think of it, Jude, it doesn't matter much to me what century I'm in, so long as I'm there with you."