urning to Polly
for help, she added, "We want Mrs. Courtney and you to come and dine with
us, some evening, this week. Not at Mr. Fabian's, you know, but at a nice
quaint little place we know of."

This was news to Polly, but she waited to hear more before she spoke. Mr.
Dalken laughed and waited for Mrs. Courtney to speak.

"What is this? Do you need a chaperone for an evening?" said she, trying
to fathom Eleanor's thoughts.

"No, no! But you see, Mr. Ashby always takes his important clients to a
famous restaurant for dinner, so we have to do the same. You two are our
first big customers, and I want to do the business up as it should be
done." Every one laughed at Eleanor.

"Under the circumstances, I think I should be the host and you three
ladies my guests," suggested Mr. Dalken.

"Well--anyway you say, Dalky, just so long as we get together for an
evening," sighed Eleanor, as if relieved at the change of plans. This
called forth another, heartier, laugh at her expense.

One evening, therefore, the four, now good friends, met at one of the new
unique cabarets, and having enjoyed dinner and the dancing, they spoke of
Mrs. Courtney's idea of taking a trip to the South Sea Isles. Mr. Dalken
laughed immoderately at the mention of the place selected for a pleasure
trip.

"Now I am truly sorry you have set your hearts on going to the South
Seas, for I had been secretly planning a little jaunt on my own account.
One reason I bought that sea-going yacht was to have my best friends take
short voyages with me, whenever we could get away from business.

"I find that I must try to break away from New York in early Spring, and
the doctor says a sea-voyage is the best vacation I can possibly take.
Hence I wanted to have my two girls with me. If you are planning to go to
the South Seas I suppose it will be out of the question for you to go to
the Orient, on _my_ planned trip?"

As Mr. Dalken paused to watch the effect of this speech, both the girls
"Oh'ed and Ah'ed" and glanced at Mrs. Courtney. She said nothing and her
face was a blank so no one could read her mind.

"I had jotted down a list of names of sociable spirits, such as the
Fabians, the Ashbys, the Alexanders, the Brewsters, the Maynards, the
Latimers, the Evans, the Stewarts, and Mrs. Courtney with Jack Baxter to
look after her in lieu of other escort. It may be impossible for all
members in the families I mention to continue with us on the voyage, but
they