see to your stuff here.”

“I can’t. I couldn’t. You’re awfully kind, Mary dear — — ”

Mary dear was at the telephone. “Mrs. Lissome. That’s who. Send up that Jap boy for the bags.”

Mrs. Lissome’s name and Mrs. Lissome’s commands apparently carried heavily in Hollywood. A uniformed Jap appeared immediately as though summoned by a genie. The bags seemed to spring to him, so quickly was he enveloped by their glittering surfaces. He was off with the burdens, invisible except for his gnomelike face and his sturdy bow legs in their footman’s boots.

“I can’t,” said Harrietta, feebly, for the last time. It was her introduction