“Oh, don’t be afraid. I’m only playing with your fears. One look at you as you chased your absurd spectacles was enough to satisfy my curiosity. Go in peace, startled fawn that you are.” “Go nothing! I’m not going. Neither are you, I hope, until you’ve told me lots more about yourself.” “All that for a spray of orchids?” “But they are quite rare ones.” “And very lovely.” The girl mused, and a sudden impulse seized her to take the unseen acquaintance at his word and free her mind as she had not been able to do to any living soul for long weeks. She pondered over it. “You aren’t getting ready to go?” he cried, alarmed at her long silence. “No; I’m thinking.” “Please think aloud.” “I was thinking—suppose I did.” There was so much of weighty consideration in her accents that the other fear again beset him. “Did what? Not come down from the rock?” “Be calm. I shouldn’t want to face you any more than you want to face me, if I decided to do it.” “Go on,” he encouraged. “It sounds most promising.” “More than that. It’s fairly thrilling. It’s the awful secret of my life that I’m considering laying bare to you, just like a dime novel. Are you discreet?” “As the eternal rocks. Prescribe any form of oath and I’ll take it.” “I’m feeling just irresponsible enough to venture. Now, if I knew you, of course I couldn’t. But as I shall never set eyes on you again—I never shall, shall I?” “Not unless you creep up on me unawares.” “Then I’ll unburden my overweighted heart, and you can be my augur and advise me with supernatural wisdom. Are you up to that?” “Try me.” “I will. But, remember: this means truly that we are never to meet. And if you ever do meet me and recognize my voice, you must go away at once.” “Agreed,” he said cheerfully, just a bit too cheerfully to be flattering. “Very well, then. I’m a runaway.” “From where?” “Home.” “Naturally. Where’s home?” “Utica, New York,” she specified. “U.S.A.,” he concluded, with a sigh. “What did you run away from?” “Trouble.” “Does any one ever run away from anything else?” he inquired philosophically. “What particular brand?” “Three men,” she said dolorously. “All after poor little me. They all thought I ought to marry them, and everybody else seemed to think so, too—” “Go slow! Did you say Utica or Utah?” “Everybody thought I ought to marry one or the other of ’em, I mean. If I could have married them all, now, it might have been easier, for I like them ever so much. But how could I make up my mind? So I just seized papa around the neck and ran away with him down here.” “Why here, of all places on earth?” “Oh, he’s interested in some mines and concessions and things. It’s very beautiful, but I almost wish I’d stayed at home and married Bobby.” “Which is Bobby?” “He’s one of the home boys. We’ve grown up together, and I’m so fond of him. Only it’s more the brother-and-sister sort of thing, if he’d let it be.” “Check off No. 1. What’s No. 2?”