ged as----"

She broke off in amazement at the familiar grin of one of the most
glittering queens. "Griffin, of all people!" she cried, delightedly,
and held out an eager hand.

The sultana, speaking with decidedly un-oriental diction, came
shimmering over to them, and shook hands with occidental heartiness.

"This is what I call luck," she said, genially. "I'm going to steer
you two peaches right into the thick of the tumult, and if you don't
have the time of your sad young lives, my name's not--well, here, you'd
better pronounce it for me," and she handed out a card on which was
printed in clear black letters,

THE SULTANA KEHERRYSEENOGASSOLEHENNELECTRIZADE
(OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE LIGHT OF THE HARUMSCARUM)

Patricia and Elinor puckered their brows over it, but Miss Jinny,
craning her head over their shoulders, gave a snort.

"Pooh, that's as easy as rolling off a log," she said, with a toss of
her turban. "If you'd added acetylene and alcohol you'd made it a bit
longer."

Griffin grinned amiably at the whiskered countenance. "Good for you,
old top," she responded, cheerfully. "You ought to go into the Sunday
puzzle department. You'd be hung all over with gold-filled watches.
Where did you blow in from?"

Miss Jinny had been quietly removing her outer coverings and as Griffin
spoke she dropped her last concealing wrap, and stepped out in turban
and embroidered jacket, vermillion girdle and wide, baggy blue trousers
whose voluminous folds almost hid the vermillion and gold tips of her
curling slippers. A simitar was thrust fiercely through the flaming
girdle, and a gaudy hookah cuddled in the crook of her arm, while the
bristling whiskers and encarmined cheeks and nose of the weather-beaten
seafarer proclaimed a strong masculine personality in striking contrast
to the pretty young men Turks and Persians that tittered in feminine
fashion all about her.

"Upon my soul!" cried the sultana of the inflammable name. "You're a
corker! Do you mean to say, Miss Pat, that this buccaneer is the lady
from the rural districts you were spouting about?"

Miss Jinny gave her husky chuckle.

"I'm the only original Sinbad," she declared with a very un-Persian
hitch to her flowing trousers. "I've got tales that'll make you creep,
and as for hairbreadth escapes--why, I'm so full of 'em that I can't
see a tumbler of water but that I make a noise like a shipwreck."

"Come along upstairs with me!" cried the sult