"Ha! Yes! Zat is eet. Precisely. So quickly she go away an' leaf me. She does not think much about it, perhaps, but I am too busy to be so annoyed. Just some relation not well--indisposition, maybe--well--voila! she is gone--it was not so in my time that a girl must leaf her trade and depart with such quickness--run away. Louise! Louse! Come instantly and for me find zat motor chapeau for Mademoiselle Kimball." Her voice rose to a shrill call. "Quick!" she called, and then came a string of French. "I must not be kept waiting--eet was already packed--" Louise, who had replaced Mary Downs, found the bonnet Cora had ordered, and handed it to her mistress. Cora took her place before a mirror, and madam began patting the motor cap hood affectionately over the girl's black tresses. "It will suit you to perfection!" exclaimed the French woman. "You have ze hair beautiful. Zere!" She brushed the hood down over Cora's ears. "Zat is ze way. Do not wear a motor hood as if it was a tiara! Zat is of a hatefulness! Such bad taste! Voila--what is it zat you Americans say?--ze fitness of zings. Yes, zat is what I mean." The hood certainly looked well on Cora. Bess and Belle nodded their approval. It was of the old-fashioned Shaker type, of delicate pongee silk, and showed off to advantage Cora's black, wavy fair, as it fell softly about her temples. "Es eet not becoming?" demanded madam, and then she became profuse in her native tongue. "Zat--what you call Shaker--eet is ze prettiest--so chic--voila!" and once more she patted it on Cora's head. Cora was very well pleased with it. Then the mask was brought out. This was a simple affair--Cora only wanted such things as were practical. The mask, which had been specially designed to suit the girl, was nothing more than a piece of veiling, with the goggles set in. The veil was secured to the hood by a simple shirr string of elastic. Madam slipped it over Cora's face. "Zere!" the milliner exclaimed. "Lovely!" declared Bess. "Very beautiful!" added Belle. Louise, the little girl helper, gave a wonder look of admiration. Louise had well-trained eyes. "Would you know me?" asked Cora with a little laugh. "Never!" replied Bess. "Won't it be splendid? Suppose we all get things alike? Then we can travel--incog!" "Oh, jolly!" cried Belle. "Just fancy Walter asking me to have soda, and he thinking I'm some one else!" Cora laughed merrily at Belle's joke. Walter's preference for Cora was no secret. "How about my cloak?" asked Cora. "Not quite ready," replied madam. "You see, zat naughty Marie, leaving me so--" "Did you say some of her relatives were ill?" ventured Bess. "I believe so. Some aunt, away in some far place. Marie is gone to her." Louise took the mask and hood from Cora and flitted away with them beyond the silk curtains. There was to be a stitch taken here, and a little, tacking up was needed there. The veil was to be a bit closer, the milliner explained.