Aladdin would fall at your feet for the honor.

Do!" Maruja looked at them with innocent vagueness, as if the possibility were just beginning to dawn upon her.
"And Clara Wilson is just dying to see the mysterious unknown again.
Say yes, little Maruja." Little Maruja glanced at them with a large maternal compassion.

"We shall see." Mr.Prince, on his return an hour later, was unexpectedly delighted with Maruja's gracious acceptance of his invitation to dinner.

He was thoroughly sensible of the significance which his neighbors had attached to the avoidance by the Saltonstall heiress of his various parties and gorgeous festivities ever since a certain act of indiscretion--now alleged to have been produced by the exaltation of wine--had placed him under ban.

Whatever his feelings were towards her mother, he could not fail to appreciate fully this act of the daughter, which rehabilitated him.