Nick removed the harmonica from his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hello who?”

“Hello, Pan.”

“Wrong number, lady,” Nick said, and again applied his lips to the mouth organ. The girl laughed then, throwing back her head. Her throat was long and slim and brown. She clasped her knees with her arms and looked at Nick amusedly. Nick thought she was a kind of homely little thing.

“Pan,” she explained, “was a pagan deity. He played pipes in the woods.”

“‘S all right with me,” Nick ventured, bewildered but amiable. He wished she’d go away. But she didn’t. She began to take off her shoes and stockings. She went down to the water’s