They were now entering the town. Presently, at a corner, they came suddenly upon Eve; she was waiting for them. "I saw you walking in from the Park, so I came across to join you," she said. Hollis showed his satisfaction by a broad smile; he did not raise his hat, but, extracting one of his hands from the depths of his trousers pocket, he offered it frankly. "You don't mind a longish walk, do you? You look splendid." "We need not take you further, Mr. Hollis," said the judge. "Your time must be valuable to you." "Not a bit; there's no demand to-day for the bonnets--unless the skeleton wants to wear 'em." "Is it an exhibition?" asked Eve, non-comprehendingly. "It's my store--Auction and Commission. Not crowded. It's round the next corner; want to go in?" And he produced a key and dangled it at Eve invitingly. "By all means," said Eve. It was evident that she liked to be with him. The judge had perceived this before now. Hollis unlocked a door, or rather two doors, for the place had been originally a wagon shop. A portion of the space within was floored, and here, between the two windows, the long white skeleton was suspended, moving its legs a little in the sudden draught. "Here are the bonnets," said Hollis. "They may have to go out to the mines. You see, it's part of a bankrupt stock. Not but what they ain't first-class;--remarkably so." He went to a table where stood six bandboxes in a row; opening one of them, he took out a bonnet, and, freeing it from its wrappings, held it anxiously towards Eve, perched on one of his fingers. "Are you trying to make Miss Bruce buy that old rubbish?" said a voice at the door. It was Paul Tennant's voice. "Old?" said Hollis, seriously. "Why, Paul, I dare say this here bonnet was made in Detroit not later than one year ago." "If I cannot buy it myself," said Eve, "I might take it out to the mines for you, Mr. Hollis, and sell it to the women there; I might take out all six." She spoke gayly. "You'd do it a heap better than I could," Hollis declared, admiringly. "Let me see, I can try." She opened a bandbox and took out a second bonnet. This she began to praise in very tropical language; she turned it round, now rapidly, now slowly; she magnified its ribbons, its general air. Finally, taking off her round-hat, she perched it on her own golden braids, and, holding the strings together under her chin, she said, dramatically: "What an effect!" She did not smile, but her eyes shone. She looked brilliant. The judge stared, amazed. Hollis, contorting himself like an angle-worm in his delight, applauded. Paul looked on tranquilly. "Whatever the rest of you may do, I must be going," said the judge, determinedly. He went towards the door, each short step sounding on the planks. "So must I," said Eve. "Wait until I put back the bonnets." With deft hands she returned them to their boxes, Paul and Hollis looking on. Then they all went out together, Hollis relocking the door.