"Yes," Warble responded, "it's very uninteresting."




CHAPTER V

Goldwin Leathersham was a great Captain of Industry. In fact, he put the
dust in industry, or, at least, he took it out of it. He got it, anyway.

His home was an Aladdin's Palace, with a slight influence of Solomon's
Temple. Gold was his keynote, and he was never off the key.

When our Petticoats arrived at the party, they were met by gold-laced
footmen, who whisked them into shape and passed them along.

Warble found herself in a white and gold salon, so vast, that she felt like
a goldfish out of water. The place looked as if Joseph Urban had designed
it after he had died and gone to Golconda. Whatever wasn't white was gold,
and the other way round. The gold piano had only white keys, and the
draperies were cloth of gold with bullion fringe. All real, too--no rolled
or plated stuff.

A huge coat-of-arms in a gold frame announced that Mr. Leathersham was
descended from the Gold Digger Indians, a noble ancestry indeed; and it was
no secret that his wife had played in "The Gold-diggers," during its second
decade run.

Marigold Leathersham was a charming hostess, and greeted Warble with a
shriek of welcome. "You duck," she cried; "how heavenly of you to dress so