"And meanwhile," said the old man, tremulously, "how can I show my own gratitude to you personally for all you have done for me?" Aladdin looked across the car at the fair face of Marjorie Bondifeller, whose lovely eyes fell as they caught his glance. "Well," said Aladdin, blushing a rosy red, "you might make me your son." "Ah, my boy," sighed the Major, as he shook his head sadly, "I am afraid that is impossible. I don't think your mother would marry a cross-grained old curmudgeon like me. I've been a widower for so many years now that I have become set in my ways, and--" "But there's another way round, ain't there?" cried Aladdin. And there was, and that is how, my dear children, Marjorie Bondifeller happened to become the Duchess di Lumière.