e told what she had accomplished during three short days in
Washington. She had attended two matinees with Popova, had gone motoring
into the Virginia hills, had inspected all the public buildings, and
studied every shop-window in Pennsylvania Avenue. The Secretary knew
that all this outdoor freedom was not usually accorded a young woman of
his native domain, and yet he felt that he had no authority to restrain
her or correct her. She was a princess, and he was relatively a
subordinate, and, when she requested him to take her to the country
club, he gave an embarrassed consent.

"You have been in America a long time?" she asked.

"About three years."

"You have met many people--that is, the important people?"

"All of them are important over here. Those that are not very wealthy
or very eminent are getting ready to be."

"I am wondering if you could tell me something about a young man I met
abroad. I met him only once, and I have quite forgotten his name."

"I'm afraid I haven't met him."

"He is rather good-looking and has--well, red hair; not rusty red, but a
sort of golden red."

"There are millions of red-haired young men in America."

"Please don't discourage me. Now I remember the name of his home. He
lived in Pennsa--Pennsylvania, that's it."

"Pennsylvania is about four times as large as Morovenia."

"But he is very wealthy. He talked as if he had come into millions."

"I can well believe it. The millionaires of Pennsylvania are even as
the sands of the sea or the leaves of the forest."

"He owns some sort of mills or factories--where they make steel."

"Every millionaire in Pennsylvania has something to do with steel. Now,
if you were searching in that state for a young man who is penniless and
has nothing to do with the steel industry, possibly I might be of some
service to you. The whole area of Pennsylvania is simply infested with
millionaires. Not all of them are red-headed, but they will be, before
Congress gets through with them."

This playful lapse into the American vernacular was quite lost upon the
Princess Kalora, who was sitting very still and gazing in a most
disconsolate manner at the Secretary.

"I felt sure that you could tell me all about him," she said.

"Believe me, if I encounter any young millionaire from Pennsylvania,
whose hair is golden-red, I shall put detectives on his trail and let
you know at once. You met him abroad?"

"At a garden party in Morovenia."

"Indee