After the drill, Porter took the whole party back to Delilah's for tea.
And when her guests had gone, and the black-haired beauty went to her
flamingo room to dress for dinner, she found a note on her pincushion.
"I have taken Barry's picture, because he meant it for me; it was a
mistake, your getting it. He left it with the new maid one day when
you were at our house, and she handed it to you instead of to me--she
mixed up our names, just as the maids used to mix them up at school.
And I know you won't mind my taking it, because with you it is just a
game to play at love--with Barry. But it is my life, as you said that
day in the Park. And to-day Barry told me that it is his life, too.
And I am very happy. But this is our secret, and please let it be your
secret until we let the rest of the world know----"
Delilah, reading the childish scrawl, smiled and shook her head. Then
she went to the telephone and called up Leila.
"Duckie," she said, "I'll dance at your wedding. Only don't love him
too much--no man is worth it."
Then, triumphant from the other end of the line, came the voice of
Perfect Faith--"Oh, Barry's worth it. I've known him all my life,
Lilah, and I've never had a single doubt."