"And have him tell her, and her tell him," he added, "to meet at
some place; and then we can go to that place and hide, and watch."

"But how will we know them? How would they know each other?
They've never met."

"We'll tell them both to wear a kind of flower. Then we can know
them, and they can know each other. Of course as soon as they
began to talk they would find out they hadn't written."

"But they wouldn't care."

"No--they want to meet each other. They would be thankful to us
for bringing them together."

"Won't it be the greatest fun?"

"Fun! Why, it will be a regular drama. Only we are running the
show, and everything is real. Let's get at it!"

Blix ran into her room and returned with writing material. Condy
looked at the note-paper critically. "This kind's too swell. K.
D. B. wouldn't use Irish linen--never! Here, this is better,
glazed with blue lines and a flying bird stamped in the corner.
Now I'll write for the Captain, and you write for K. D. B."

"But where will we have them meet?"

This was a point. They considered the Chinese restaurant, the
Plaza, Lotta's fountain, the Mechanics' Library, and even the