I can think of, to make sure of seeing you again. And then, I like your hair. Will you?"

   "I can't," she said.

   "Why not?"

   "The stars forbid. And I'm ambitious. In my horoscope it is written that I shall either never marry at all, or—marry royalty."

   "Oh, bother ambition! Cheat your horoscope. Marry me. Will you?"

   "If you care to follow me," she said, rising again, "you can come and help me to commit a little theft."

   He followed her to an obscure and sheltered corner of a flowery path, where she stopped before a bush of white lilac.

   "There are no keepers in sight, are there? she questioned.

   "I don't see any," he said.

   "Then allow me to make you a receiver of stolen goods," said she, breaking off a spray, and handing it to him.

   "Thank you. But I'd rather have an answer to my question."

   "Isn't that an answer?"

   "Is it?"

   "White lilac—to the Invisible Prince?"

   "The Invisible Prince—Then you

    are the black

   domino!" he exclaimed.

   "Oh, I suppose so," she consented.

   "And you

    will

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