ield knows her very well and
he says she is very beautiful and deliciously odd. If it enters into her
head to do anything she just does it, no matter what it is. And
extravagant!" Kitty lifted her eyes and hands at once. "They say that her
jewels and frocks are almost unbelievable. Why, one day when she was
reading my palm, I noticed that her gown was drawn up a little on one
side, and showed her petticoat beneath, with ruffles of Mechlin, real
Mechlin on it. Some people say that she is a Spanish princess, or
something of the kind--so eccentric that she tells fortunes just for the
fun of it. Oh, Bobby, do, do get her."

"When shall we have this dinner?" asked Hayden, with apparent
irrelevance.

Kitty thought quickly. "Give me ten days to decide upon things and have
my orders carried out."

"Very good. Ten days. Let me see, that will be Tuesday of week after
next. Do you think the rest will come?"

"Of course they will come. They would break any other engagement to meet
Mademoiselle Mariposa."

"Then I will find out now if she will come, if you will allow me to use
your telephone."

He was lucky enough to find Ydo at home; but when he informed her that he
was giving a dinner for a few friends on Tuesday, ten days away, and that
he earnestly desired her presence, she demurred.

"What are you doing this evening?" he asked.

"Nothing," she answered, "and I am bored."

"Then jump into your electric and come here to my cousin's, Mrs. Warren
Hampton's, as fast as you can," he said audaciously.

"How do you know she wants me? You are taking a great deal on yourself."

For answer Hayden handed the receiver to Kitty, who had followed him out
and now stood at his shoulder listening breathlessly to every word.
"Mademoiselle is in doubt of your eagerness to see her," he said.

"Oh, please come," urged Kitty through the telephone. "Waste no time."

"I will be with you in twenty minutes," said Ydo sweetly.

Back in the drawing-room, Kitty was too excited to remain quietly in her
chair, but danced about expressing her delight at the prospect of at last
seeing the Mariposa sans mask and mantilla.

"Tell me, Bobby," she insisted, "is she really so eccentric?"

"I fancy she does exactly as she pleases, always," he replied.

"And extravagant? Warren says no one could be more extravagant than I."

"She is a dreamer," he averred, "a dreamer who dreams true. Her ideas are
so vivid that she insists on seeing them in tangib