CHAPTER XXIII

GIVES SOME DESCRIPTION OF SIR MARMADUKE, BY EVE-ANN Frying pan clutched firmly between his knees, Sir Marmaduke had just poised an egg above its rim when Eve stepped forth into the early sun's level beams and looked about her, heavy-eyed. "Am I so late?" she enquired, glancing at the frying pan. "No, I am early." "And wherefore?" "Well, for one thing, I am escorting you home to-day, and--" "But thou 'rt not." "You certainly shall not trudge back alone." "But I am not!" said she, gently possessing herself of the fry…