"Don't get me wrong," Slosson hastened to qualify. "She's square;
understand?"

"Of course; 'object, matrimony.' It's the old story, and her
mother will see to the ring and the orange blossoms. But what's
the difference, after all, Slosson? It 'll be hell for her, and a
sale to the highest bidder, either way."

"Queer little gink," the press-agent reflected, as he returned to
the front of the house. "I wish he wore stiff collars; I'd like to
take him home for dinner."

As Pope passed out through the stage door the Judge called
hoarsely after him:

"You'll keep your eye skinned for a job for Lottie, won't you?
Remember, the swellest legs in burlesque."




CHAPTER III


In his summary of Lorelei's present life Slosson had not been far
wrong. Many changes had come to the Knights during the past two
years--changes of habit, of thought, and of outlook; the entire
family had found it necessary to alter their system of living. But
it was in the girl that the changes showed most. When Mrs. Knight
had forecast an immediate success for her daughter she had spoken