I knew little of womankind, but my limited knowledge told me that Yolanda was true.

Her heart was full of laughter,--a rare, rich heritage,--and she was little inclined to look on the serious side of life if she could avoid it; but beneath all there was a real Yolanda, with a great, tender heart and a shrewd, helpful brain.

She was somewhat of a coquette, but coquetry salts a woman and gives her relish.

It had been a grievous waste on the part of Providence to give to any girl such eyes as Yolanda's and to withhold from her a modicum of coquetry with which to use them.

Taken all in all, Yolanda, whoever she was, would grace any station in life.