ly
disguised because of some political quarrel with his country. He
writes excellent verse in French and Latin, is a clever linguist, and
has a marvelous fund of knowledge about birds and flowers. Altogether
he is a cultured, courtly, handsome man whom I have found vastly
entertaining. Romantic, isn't it?

"A letter to Eadsville, Kentucky, will reach me if you write as soon as
this reaches you.

"Ever yours,

"Diane."

Let him who is more versed in the science of a nomad's mind than I, say
why there was no mention of the hay-camp!

Ann's answer came in course of time to Eadsville. As Ann talked in
sprightly italics, so was her letter made striking and emphatic by
numberless underlinings.

"How _very_ romantic!" ran a part of it. "I am _mad_ about your
nobleman! Isn't it _wonderful_ to have such unique and thrilling
adventures? I suppose you hung things up on the walls of the cave and
built a delightfully smoky fire and that the Hungarian--_bless_ his
heart!--trimmed his corduroy suit with an ancestral stiletto, and paid
his courtly respects to the beautiful gypsy hermit and fell
_desperately_ in love with her, as well he might. I would _myself_!

"Diane, I simply _must_ see him! I'm dying for a new sensation. Ever
since Baron Tregar's car was stolen from the farm garage and his
handsome secretary _mysteriously_ disappeared (by the way, it's Philip
Poynter--Carl knows him--do you?) and then reappeared with a most
unsatisfactory explanation which didn't in the least explain where he
had been--only to up and disappear again as strangely as before, and
the _very_ next morning--life has been terribly monotonous. And mother
had a rustic seizure and made us stay at the farm _all_ summer.
Imagine! Dick's aeroplaned the tops off _all_ the trees!

"_Do_ beg your Hungarian to join us at Palm Beach in January. It would
be _most interesting_ and novel and I'll _swear_ on the ancestral
stiletto to preserve his incognito! You remember you solemnly promised
to come to me in January, no matter _where_ you were! My enthusiasm
grows as I write--it always does. I'm planning a _fete de
nuit_--masked of course. Do please induce the romantic musician to
attend. I _must_ have him. I'm sure he'll enjoy a few days of
conventional respectability and so will you. I'll lend you as many
gowns as you need, you dear, delightful gypsy!"

To which Diane's answer was eminently satisfactory.

"Last night as Johnny