in an imitation castle like this?"

"Perhaps," said ho, "but I haven't any castle."

"You might get one," answered Betty. "Stay around awhile and let us
marry you to a nice girl. They will all throw themselves at your
feet, you know, for you have such a delicious melting voice, and you
look romantic and exciting." (Montague made a note to inquire
whether it was customary in New York to talk about you so frankly to
your face.)

Miss Betty was surveying him quizzically meantime. "I don't know,"
she said. "On second thoughts, maybe you'll frighten the girls. Then
it'll be the married women who'll fall in love with you. You'll have
to watch out."

"I've already been told that by my tailor," said Montague, with a
laugh.

"That would be a still quicker way of making your fortune," said
she. "But I don't think you'd fit in the role of a tame cat."

"A WHAT?" he exclaimed; and Miss Betty laughed.

"Don't you know what that is? Dear me--how charmingly naive! But
perhaps you'd better get Ollie to explain for you."

That brought the conversation to the subject of slang; and Montague,
in a sudden burst of confidence, asked for an interpretation of Miss
Price's cryptic utterance. "She said"--he repeated slowly--"that