_The Maiden._ You needn't think to get over Me that way! It's inside o' that old blanket o' yours. Out with it now, or I'll make yer! (_CHOCOLATE produces it chuckling, after which he loses all further interest in it, his notice having been attracted by a small painted metal monkey holding a miniature cup and saucer._) Want to buy one o' them monkeys? (_She sets its head nodding at the Indian, who is gravely interested in this product of European civilisation._) All right, _pay_ for it then--they're ninepence each. [_The Warrior plays with it thoughtfully, apparently in the faint hope that she may be induced to make him a present of it, but, finding that her heart shows no sign of softening to such an extent, the desire of acquiring the monkey becomes so irresistible that, after much diving into his robes, he fishes up three coppers, which he tenders as a reasonable ransom._ _The Maiden_ (_encouragingly_). That's all right, so far as it _goes_; you've on'y got to give me another sixpence--twice as much as that, you know. Come on! (_CHOCOLATE meditates whether as an economical Indian Chieftain, he can afford this outlay, and finally shakes his head sadly, and withdraws the coppers._) Oh, very _well_, then; please yourself, I'm sure! (_CHOCOLATE's small black eyes regard her admiringly, as he tries one last persuasive smile, probably to express the degree to which the possession of a nodding monkey would brighten his existence._) It ain't a bit o' good, CHOC'LIT, I can't lower my price for you; and what's more, I'm not going to! [_CHOCOLATE examines the monkey once more undecidedly, then puts it gently down with a wistful reluctance, and drifts off._ _The Maiden_ (_calling after him_). You like to do _your_ shoppin' cheap, don't you, CHOC'LIT? Everythink for nothen' is what _you_ want, ain't it? _I_ know yer! [_The Warrior stalks on impassively, ignoring these gibes; whether he is reflecting on the beauty and heartlessness of the Pale-face Maiden, or resolving to save up for the monkey if it takes him a lifetime, or thinking of something else totally different, or of nothing whatever, is a dark secret which he keeps to himself._ * * * * * THE PLAYFUL SALLY. [Illustration: "How Abbey could I be with either!"]