wear that
on Kitty's breast, gleaming against the laces of her gown, was the same
silver butterfly which had earlier adorned the English actress, the same
unique and beautiful chain of tiny, brilliant, enameled butterflies. He
felt an imperative desire to put out his finger and touch them, to ask
Kitty if she really wore them, or if he but dreamed them.

"Bobby," murmured his cousin solicitously, "what on earth is the matter
with you? You look as if you had just seen a ghost. Your eyes are popping
out of your head, and you're staring at my butterflies as if they
positively frightened you."

He drew a long breath of relief. "They're enough to make any one's eyes
pop out."

She touched the huge silver insect on her breast. "Are they not dreams?"
she said complacently. "One is simply nobody this winter unless one has
them; and the beauty of it is they are so difficult to secure."

"Miss Oldham wears a set," he announced boldly.

"Oh, of course." She shot him a quick, rather surprised glance. "Have you
met Marcia yet?"

"Yes--just met her, not very long ago."

"How odd that she didn't speak of it!" exclaimed Kitty. "But,"
enthusiastically, "isn't she a dear? Do you know, Bobby, I do not believe
that there is any one in the world, with the possible exception of
Warren, that I am half so fond of as I am Marcia? She is everything, the
most all-around person you can imagine, and so gifted. She did the
loveliest little water-color for me while we were away. I will show it to
you some time."

At this moment, their conversation was interrupted by the lady with the
blue fillet. She had not succeeded in getting even a hearing from the man
on the other side of her. He showed a marked preference for his lobster
in aspic, entirely ignoring the charms of her conversation and giving her
very definitely to understand that he longed to be left to a silent
contemplation and appreciation of the merits of the Hampton's chef.

"Oh, Kitty!" The blue fillet leaned across Hayden. "Bea Habersham was
telling us that you had been to see this new fortune-teller. Is she
really as good as Bea says?"

"Indeed she is!" cried Kitty, plunging into this new subject with her
usual enthusiasm. "She's the most remarkable thing you ever heard of, and
the beauty of it is that you don't have to go into any dens and caves to
find her--none of the black holes where you tremble for your life and
begin to fear that you'll never get out again. And she has