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.
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