trouble to try to find a way out. A Knight of the Round Table, a prince of chivalry. What would you say if you saw one in spats and a black derby?"
"Why," answered Burlingame, "I suppose I'd consider July first as the best thing that could happen to me."
Kitty laughed; and that was what he wanted.
What had that old rogue been doing now—offering Kitty his eighteen-story office building?
"It's odd, isn't it, that I shouldn't possess a little histrionic ability. You'd think it would be in my blood to act."
"It is, Kitty; only not to mimic. You're an actress, but the Big Dramatist writes your business for you. Now, I've got some fairly good news for you. An assignment."
"Work! What is it?"
"I am going to send you on a visit to the most charming movie queen in the business. She is going to return to Broadway this autumn, and she has a trunkful of plays to read. I have found your judgment ace-high. Mornings you will read with her; afternoons you will visit. She remembers your mother, who was the best comédienne of her day. So she will be quite as interested in you as you are in her. I want you to note her ways, how she amuses herself, eats, exercises. I want you to note the contents of her beautiful home; if she likes dogs or cats or horses. You will take a_ camera and get half a
