ons. She had too much to do to guess conundrums. Never was there a busier

't you? Make people know about it? I dare say there are thousands in Waloo this minute who have never heard of it, in spite of the corking stories the newspapers are giving you. Every one doesn'

y daily newspaper made a story of Queen Teresa and her islands as much a part of its daily routine as the sport page or

e looked like a princess playing at being a salesgirl for her gown was of black silk crepe instead of cheap sateen, her hair was done in the simple fashion approved by Miss Morley, and at Mr. Kingley's request around her neck hung the Tear of God in its fiber lace. No one scolde

hisper frequently heard among them. "And no wonder!" would be

rm-hearted woman. "I'll hand it down to my grandchildren," s

wept another emotional creature

d from a sheltered corner,

can you? May I say we miss you like the dickens up o

"One likes to be missed. You are getting mighty good publ

cannibal island, and even if it does put the Evergreen all over all the papers. I have a conscience tucked away somewhere about

orah thought her work was the most important thing in the world. She had not been pleased when she was loaned to the Queen of the Sunshine Islands, but the first bask

She accepts all the attention and admiration she is receiving without a question. She hasn't an analytical mind, has she? She never questions, she just accepts. I

understand it at all, but I'll tell you this, Miss Lee, if any one t

words slipped over her lips she turned crimson and stammered. "I b

course I'm in love with her and with Granny and Johnny, the best of Boy Scouts.

Johnny as well as with Tessie. But she looked not at Joe, but at the owner of the

I've got a chance to go in with the World Wide Agency, and I guess that will push me ahead fast

"The World Wide!" She was frankly and honestly envious

nds," he said scornfully, although he had read several of Tessie's libra

ger to hear what he meant that she drew closer, and Mr. Kin

d that sketch?" For he had sent Joe to the basement to

creased since the sale began. Tessie would have to shift to granite wear, and the excited women, who pressed so close to her, would never know the difference, although he would have the change announced in Mr. Walker's loudly penetrating voice. Mr. Kingley especially approved of Ka-kee-ta and his ax. They seemed to give an atmosphere of reality to the royalty in t

peal to every one, and you'll arouse more interest if you announce that you are selling aluminum to help the

our struck, to take her home. He grinned at the crowd and diffidently suggested that Tessie would lunch

cken soup in the blue-and-gold tea-room on the fifth floor. Prices were too high and Tessie's finances were too low. She could obtain more for her fifteen or twent

," he added frankly, "that we could dispense with the bodyguard!" He looked scornfully at Ka-kee-ta, although Ka-k

rned her back to her bodyguard. "It does seem as if I did

risply, "you take Ka-kee-ta home. I'll bring Miss Gilfooly later." He turned to Ka-kee-ta and spoke as a general in command of an army. "Go with

t queen in the world, while Norah Lee, sympathetic and resourceful, diverted Ka-kee-ta's attention by leading him to a rack where there was a s

e Evergreen tea-room. She could scarcely believe it, even when she was seated at

d proudly. "I manag

ful!" she said slowly, as if the wor

ly. "Not half as wonderful as you are," he stammered. "You-you'r

s were patrons, and orders were that no one was to be allowed to

instead of in Paradise. "What will you have?" he asked Tessie, and the worship

as afraid of a menu card, and she would far rather li

uitable for royalty. "I suppose all girls like the same things." He gave the order to the waitre

t a girl there who would have refused to give her dearest possessions, all of her possessions, to step into Tessie's shoes, the high-heeled, narrow-toed shoes Tessie wore in defiance of Miss Morley's earnest advice. Think of being a queen and of lunchi

there was a stir and a bustle and Ka-kee-ta shot into the room, breathing hard and glaring defiance at the head waitress, wh

was almost in tears

f of bread is considerably better than no bread. "Why did you come back, Ka-kee-ta

the Tear of God was all that counted and que

to her neck. The Tear of God wa

shook his head and flourished his ax,

t he was not in the Evergreen tea-room at that moment, for Ka-kee-ta

ured Tessie, for she felt that she

ently. Joe Cary would have told her what Ka-kee-ta meant. Joe always had an answer when she questioned him. Could it be possible that Mr.