morning she was playing shuffleboard with the elegant, indolent Pepe, and talking North American football and baseball to him. She had not been Jock McChesney's mother all those years for nothing. She could discuss sports with the best of them. Young Pages was avidly interested. Outdoor sports had become the recent fashion among the rich young Argentines. 

 The problem of papa Pages was not so easy. Emma McChesney approached her subject warily, skirting the bypaths of politics, war, climate, customs—to business. Business! 

 "But a lady as charming as you can understand nothing of business," said Senor Pages.  "Business is for your militant sisters." 

 "But we American women do understand business. Many—many charming American women are in business." 

 Senor Pages turned his fine eyes upon her. She had talked most interestingly, this pretty American woman. 

 "Perhaps—but pardon me if I think not. A woman cannot be really charming and also capable in business." 

 Emma McChesney dimpled becomingly. 

 "But I know a woman who is as—well, as charming as you say I am. Still, she is known as a capable, successful business woman. She'll be in Buenos Aires when I am." 

 Senor Pages shook an unbelieving head. Emma McChesney leaned forward. 

 "Will you let me bring her in to meet you, just to prove my point?" 

 "She must be as charming as you are."  His Argentine betting proclivities rose.  "Here; we shall make a wager!"  He took a card from his pocket, scribbled on it, handed it to Emma McChesney.  "You will please present that to my secretary, who will conduct you immediately to my office. We will pretend it is a friendly call. Your friend need not know. If I lose——" 

 "If you lose, you must promise to let her show you her sample line." 

 "But, dear madam, I do no buying." 

 "Then you must introduce her favorably to the department buyer of her sort of goods." 

 "But if I win?" persisted Senor Pages. 

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