"Afraid so, boy--much worse." Geraldine nodded. Slowly, and carefully choosing her words, she unfolded the story of her afternoon's adventure. Billy, exercising an amazing self-restraint, listened silently till she told of the appearance of Tyddie.
"But," he protested, "dearest, that's crazy--crazy!"
"Absolutely," she agreed, "but, boy, it happened exactly as I told you."
There was a long silence. It was broken by Billy. "What you mean is, that this bird who is the living image of me,-is also Tyddie in another skin?"
Geraldine nodded emphatically. "Quite mad, I know, but that is just what I mean."
"And," he went on, "this double-barrelled Casanova was also toying round with the Seventh Commandment with Mrs. Tyddie?"
Geraldine pursed her mouth. "I'm no scandal-monger, boy, but from th
