or closed, at the instant of uttering hoy, should match Dick’s. Thus, the first time, she did match him, both his and her hands being closed, whereupon he took off his hat and tossed it into Lute’s lap.

“My forfeit,” he explained. “Come on, Paul, again.” And again they sang and clapped:

“Jong-Keena, Jong-Keena, Jong-Jong, Keena-Keena, Yo-ko-ham-a, Nag-a-sak-i, Kobe-mar-o — hoy!!!”

This time, with the hoy, her hands were closed and his were open.

“Forfeit! — forfeit!” the girls cried.

She looked her costume over with alarm, asking, “What can I give?”

“A hair pin,” Dick advised; and one of her turtleshell hair pins joined his hat in Lute’s