CHAPTER IX.
Having conquered the son, Katie that evening set vigorously about for the conquest of the father.
"The trouble is," she turned it over in giving a few minutes to her own toilet for dinner, after having given many minutes to Ann's, "that there's simply no telling about Wayne.

He is just the most provokingly uncertain man now living." And yet it was not a formidable looking man she found in the library a few minutes before the dinner hour.

He was poring over some pictures of Panama in one of the weeklies, sufficiently deep in them to permit Katie to sit there for the moment pondering methods of attack.

But instead of outlining her campaign she found herself concluding, what she had concluded many times before, that Wayne was very good-looking.

"Not handsome, like Harry Prescott," she granted, "but Wayne seems the product of something--the result of things to be desired.