"Gee!" he broke out, "the wedding-cakes!"

"Yes," Little Ann proceeded, "they'd have to have wedding-cakes, and
perhaps if you went to the shops where they're sold and could make
friends with the people, they'd tell you whom they were selling them
to, and you could get the addresses and go and find out things."

Tembarom, glowing with admiring enthusiasm, thrust out his hand.

"Little Ann, shake! " he said. " You've given me the whole show, just
like I thought you would. You're just the limit."

"Well, a wedding-cake's the next thing after the bride," she answered.

Her practical little head had given him the practical lead. The mere
wedding-cake opened up vistas. Confectioners supplied not only
weddings, but refreshments for receptions and dances. Dances
suggested the "halls" in which they were held. You could get
information at such places. Then there were the churches, and the
florists who decorated festal scenes. Tembarom's excitement grew as
he talked. One plan led to another; vistas opened on all sides. It
all began to look so easy that he could not understand how Biker
could possibly have gone into such a land of promise, and returned
embittered and empty-handed.

"He thought too much of himself and too little of other people,"
Little Ann summed him up in her unsevere, reasonable voice. "That's
so silly."

Tembarom tried not to look at her affectionately, but his voice was