"How delightful to have one's intelligence underrated by mere men," she
retorted.

"Did Bill Conway indicate the direction of the tide of emigration from
La Questa?" Farrel asked craftily, still unwilling to admit anything.
The girl smiled at him, then leaning closer she crooned for his ear
alone:

He's sleeping in the valley,
The valley,
The valley,
He's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird is singing where he lies.

"Are you glad?" he blurted eagerly. She nodded and thrilled as she
noted the smug little smile of approval and complete understanding that
crept over his dark face like the shadow of clouds in the San Gregorio.
Mrs. Parker was riding in the front seat with the chauffeur and Kay sat
between her father and Don Mike in the tonneau. His hand dropped
carelessly on her lap now, as he made a pretense of pulling the auto
robe up around her; with quick stealth he caught her little finger and
pressed it hurriedly, then dropped it as if the contact had burned him;
whereat the girl realized that he was a man of few words, but--

"Dear old idiot," she thought. "If he ever falls in love he'll pay his
court like a schoolboy."

"By the way, sir," Farrel spoke suddenly, turning to John Parker, "I
would like very much to have your advice in the matter of an
investment. I will have about ninety thousand dollars on hand as soon