The people in the great opera house whispered to one another that the marvelous necklace of diamonds was unquestionably an imitation. "Somehow," they said, "it looks like one." But they were wrong. The necklace of diamonds was quite genuine. It was not the necklace of diamonds, but the lady that was the imitation. LXIII THE COQUETTE A rose, an orchid and a little white clover were pressed between the leaves of a coquette's diary. "She loves me more than she loves either of you," cried the rose, "because I am the first flower my master ever gave her!" "She loves me more than she loves either of you," protested the orchid, "because I am the last flower _my_ master ever gave her!" The little white clover smiled to itself and said nothing. For the little white clover knew that its mistress had picked it herself. LXIV MOONLIGHT It was in the late Springtime. And they were very young. The young man sighed, "Ah, if the night were only fair, that we might sit close together, you and I, in the moonlight." It was in the late Springtime. And they were very young. The young moth sighed, "Ah, if the night were only fair, that they might go out into the moonlight and leave the screen doors open that we might play close together, you and I, in the gaslight." LXV THE ETERNAL MASCULINE "Whatever happens, wherever I go, wherever I am, I shall think of you," he said as he drew her to him and kissed her goodbye. Three days out at sea he met another. And that night on the silver hurricane deck, under shelter of the life boats, true to his word and promise, he thought of her. He thought how cold her kisses were compared with those of this lovely creature. LXVI SATIRE The new battleship trembled in the ways, ready to glide into the sea. The girl cracked a bottle of champagne over its bow and said in measured and serious tones: "I christen thee--'_Kansas_'!" LXVII GLORY The young private, dreaming dreams of valour and glory, awaited eagerly his chance. The enemy was daily coming nearer, nearer, and the dreams of the young private grew vivid and rosier still. One morning, before dawn, the General telegraphed the Lieutenant-General to telegraph the Brigadier-General to telegraph the Colonel to telegraph the Lieutenant-Colonel to telegraph the Major to heliograph the Captain to telephone the First-Lieutenant to telephone the Second-Lieutenant to signal the Sergeant to tell the Corporal to command the private to charge! The young private, at the order, dashed forward and was among the thousands who fell, still adream, in the capture of the hill that won for the General his nineteenth successive imperial cross. LXVIII ROMANCE There were many ardent suitors for her hand. And they sent her orchids and violets and lilies and roses. All save one, a poor young fellow, who sent her but a simple little bunch of daisies. She married the man who sent orchids. LXIX THE SPIDER AND THE FLY