And then why, oh why, tell me, Damaris, does she invariably and persistently clothe herself in violet ink ?" "It is her colour," the girl said, her eyes still laughing, her lips discreetly set.
"But why, in heaven's name, should she have a colour ?" he demanded.

"For identification, as I have a red and white stripe painted on my steamer baggage?
Really that isn't necessary.

Can you imagine losing cousin Harriet?
Augustus Cowden mislaying her, for example; and only recovering her with joyful cries--we take those for granted in his case, of course--at sight of the violet ink?
Not a bit of it.

You know as well as I do identification marks can't ever be required to secure her return, because under no conceivable circumstances could she ever be lost.

She is there, dear lady, lock, stock, and barrel, right there all the time.