“We went into a queer, sweet room where Prince Hata was waiting for us, and luncheon was served—a real Japanese meal with a few American extras for me. When the Prince had to go back to you, we went back to the girls’ rooms, and talked college, and all that. I know a number of the girls they know at home, but I guess I am the only one who knows how very important they are over here. They are both coming to visit me next winter.” “Good-night!” exclaimed David. “They are just regular girls,” said Dulcie. “Of course, being princesses has its drawbacks, but they have had lots of good times, even so. “Well, while we were talking a couple of men-servants came in with this chest. It was for me, from Prince Hata. The girls evidently expected it, for they hopped up and clapped their hands, and in came a couple of maids carrying a whole outfit of Japanese ceremonial robes. Everything a princess would wear at court. “Then the older princess brought a square box, and said, ‘This is from mother,’ and there was a jeweled headdress. “They had me take off my dress, and the two maids dressed me up in everything. Daddy, I looked too grand! I’m going to give a Japanese party just as soon as we get back. And we’d better put in a Japanese garden for it. You can radio that big landscape man. He’ll know how to make one.” Mr. Hammond sighed. “The parent pays,” he paraphrased sadly. Dulcie ignored that. “When you see everything, you won’t blame me for bringing it along.” She opened the chest, which smelled pungently of mysterious perfumes, and one by one lifted out the priceless garments and the wonderful headdress. “Museum pieces, every one,” declared Doctor Trigg. “I don’t know what to say to all this,” said Mr. Hammond. “There is nothing you can say,” said Dulcie. “I had a hard time saying anything, myself. I was simply flabbergasted.” “How did you get it out here?” “Oh, that nice Bill had a friend drive it out in a Ford truck. Bill is a nice boy. He gave me a package, too, when I shook hands good-bye. Think of that! I told him, by the way, dad, that if he ever wanted to chauffeur in America, he could drive for me.” “Har!” said Doctor Sims twice. “Here is the package. Let’s open it.” She undid the soft paper, and found an inner wrapping of silk around a quaint box of hand wrought silver. Opening it, she gave a little cry of delight. “Oh, Bill shouldn’t have done this!” she cried, holding up a jewel. It was a heart made of a close-set line of red stones. Within the heart, on a fragile bit of chain, hung a large pear-shaped pearl. “Look at it!” whispered Dulcie.