She even
discovered that imaginary world of Alaire's, and learned something
about those visionary people who bore her company.
"It must be lots of fun," said Paloma.
"Yes. Sometimes my dream-people are very real, Why--I can actually
see them. Then I realize I have been too much alone."
"You ought to have children," the girl declared, calmly.
"I have. Yes! Imaginary kiddies--and they are perfect dears, too."
"Are they ever naughty?"
"Oh, indeed they are! And I have to punish them. Then I feel
terribly. But they're much nicer than flesh-and-blood children,
for they have no bad traits whatever, and they're so amazingly
intelligent."
Such exchanges of confidence drew the women into fairly close
relations by the time they had arrived at Las Palmas, but the
thought of what had brought them together had a sobering effect,
and during their hasty supper they discussed the situation in all
its serious phases.
In offering to lend a hand in this difficulty, Alaire had acted
largely upon impulse, and now that she took time to think over the
affair more coolly, she asked herself what possible business of
hers it could be. How did this effort to secure Don Ricardo's body
concern her? And how could she hope or expect to be of help to the
men engaged in the hazardous attempt? With Paloma, of course, it
was different: the girl was anxious on her father's account, and
probably concerned more deeply than was Alaire for the safety of
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