mood. "We will turn the very next corner and see," she said. "But how will you know her even if we should meet her." "I shall know her, never fear," he affirmed triumphantly, "whether she wear a shabby little gown, or gauzes and diamonds. I shall look into her eyes and know her at once." He was laughing and yet there was something in his voice, a sort of ring of hope or conviction, that caused Kitty to lift her pretty sulky little face and look at him with a new interest. And Hayden was not at all bad to look at. He was well set‑up, with a brown, square face, brown hair, gray eyes full of expression and good humor and an unusually delightful smile, a smile that had won friends for him, of every race and in every clime, and had more than once been effective [Pg 5]in extricating him from some difficulty into which his impulsive and non‑calculating nature had plunged him. [Pg 5] "The fairy princess," she repeated slowly and quite seriously. "Sure enough, there should be one." She gazed at him appraisingly: "Young—moderately young and good‑looking enough. You haven't got fat, And all that tan is becoming, and—how are you off anyway, Bobby?" He looked down at her amusedly. "The fairy princess would never ask that question." "Oh, yes, she would. Do not dream that she wouldn't—to‑day." "Very well, then. To be perfectly truthful, I have 'opes. I believe I have found my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yes, I do. Oh, it's nothing very definite yet, but I believe, I truly believe I've struck it." "How?" she asked curiously. "Ah, my dear, I'm not quite ready to tell. It's a romance, as you will agree when you hear it. What's the matter?" [Pg 6] [Pg 6] For Kitty instead of showing any proper, cousinly enthusiasm was looking at him with a frown of petulant vexation. "Then why couldn't you have come home six months, even three months earlier? Young, good‑looking, and, as I now discover, rich, or about to be. Oh, it is too bad!"
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