6 TWO DIANAS IN ALASKA 



short hair tangled to a fuzzy mass of on-endedness, 

 " real cute." 



The most interesting man aboard the cars was a 

 splendid type of strenuous America, a man with a 

 mind, a great personality. He had chosen a wife 

 who made the whole scheme of things inexplicable. 

 If, as I hope, she touched the spot somewhere, she 

 could not have touched the machinations of his brain. 

 They were travelling in great state, with their own 

 car and servants, and were most hospitably anxious 

 that we should join them, Miss Potts too, if she 

 liked, but we thought it would be too much like a 

 pasha travelling with a harem. 



Our friend of the private car had made a vast for- 

 tune by coming in at the right moment. Any one 

 who really studies human nature and discovers what 

 it is human beings most stand in need of, and then 

 supplies this want, is bound to lay up treasure on 

 earth, and, moreover, the cheaper the article the 

 more universal will be the demand. In Mr. Quilter's 

 case it was quinine, and through quinine life had 

 become to him as a gigantic game of draughts, 

 opposing forces cleared from the board, and all his 

 men in the king row. One evening we dined with 

 him in splendour, and Miss Mamie would have gone 

 to the party with prisoned hair had we not pointed 

 out to her that no greater occasion was likely to 

 come her way just then. We had a merry dinner, 

 only darkened by the upsetting of a cup of scalding 

 coffee all over Miss Mamie's foot. It was her last 

 night on the cars, and she retired to her loft early, 



