THE ENCHANTED HAT
"Ah, here comes the butler with the liqueurs. I am glad. Presently I should be making love to you; now I am about to be free."
"Are you quite sure?"—with a penetrating glance. I believe she knew the power of her beauty.
"Well, I shall be free to go home where I belong,"—compromising.
And I rose. Perhaps the drollest episode of the dinner took place as I started for the door.
"Ever heard of Starlight?" cried Uncle Daniel down the room. "No? Well, she's down on the winter books at fifty to one. Stack your money on her now; it's a hunch."
"Thank you."
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