Evan Graham, a silent spectator, was aware of hurt and indignity. He knew the "Jong-Keena" of old time from the geishas of the tea houses of Nippon, and, despite the unconventionality that ruled the Forrests and the Big House, he experienced shock in that Paula should take part in such a game. It did not enter his head at the moment that he would have been merely curious to see how far the madness would go had the player been Lute, or Ernestine, or Rita. Not till afterward did he realize that his concern and sense of outrage were due to the fact that the player was Paula, and that, therefore, she was bulking bigger in his imagination than he was conscious of. What he was conscious of at the moment was that he was growing angry and that he had deliberately to check himself from protesting. By this time Dick's cigarette case and matches and Paula's second boot, belt, skirt-pin, and wedding ring had joined the mound of forfeits. Mrs. Tully, her face set in stoic resignation, was silent. "Jong-Keena, Jong-Keena," Paula laughed and sang on, and Graham heard Ernestine laugh to Bert, "I don't see what she can spare next." "Well, you know her," he heard Bert answer. "She's game once she gets started, and it certainly looks like she's started." "_Hoy_!" Paula and Dick cried simultaneously, as they thrust out their hands. But Dick's were closed, and hers were open. Graham watched her vainly quest her person for the consequent forfeit. "Come on, Lady Godiva," Dick commanded. "You hae sung, you hae danced; now pay the piper." "Was the man a fool?" was Graham's thought. "And a man with a wife like that." "Well," Paula sighed, her fingers playing with the fastenings of her blouse, "if I must, I must." Raging inwardly, Graham averted his gaze, and kept it averted. There was a pause, in which he knew everybody must be hanging on what she would do next. Then came a giggle from Ernestine, a burst of laughter from all, and, "A frame-up!" from Bert, that overcame Graham's resoluteness. He looked quickly. The Little Lady's blouse was off, and, from the waist up, she appeared in her swimming suit. It was evident that she had dressed over it for the ride. "Come on, Lute--you next," Dick was challenging. But Lute, not similarly prepared for _Jong-Keena_, blushingly led the retreat of the girls to the dressing rooms.