that ought to keep outfitters' shops. Pinky Dinkys would like to keep outfitters' shops with whimsy 'scriptions on the boxes and make your bill out funny, and not be snobs to customers, no!—not even if they had titles.”
“Every Pinky Dinky's people are rather good people, and better than most Pinky Dinky's people. But he does not put on side.”
“Pinky Dinkys become playful at the sight of women.”
“'Croquet's my game,' said the Pinky Dinky, and felt a man condescended.”
“But what the devil do they think they're up to, anyhow?” roared old Hatherleigh suddenly, dropping plump into bottomless despair.
We felt we had still failed to get at the core of the mystery of the Pinky Dinky.
We tried over things about his religion. “The Pinky Dinky goes to King's Chapel, and sits and feels in the dusk. Solemn things! Oh HUSH! He wouldn't tell you—”
“He COULDN'T tell you.”
“Religion is so sacred to