dozens of charitable and humanitarian societies, and is often invited to speak, or to open an institute, or to patronize a charity bazaar, or a ceremony for the awarding of school diplomas, or the laying of a cornerstone for a national project, and the like. Sometimes she accompanies her father and her brother the Crown Prince to public functions, where one of her chief duties is to look after her pampered little sister Amina, a child of three who insists on accompanying her father and climbing up to his lap and his shoulders...

Until recently Princess Aisha slept in one room with her sister Princess Malika; now, however, a private bedroom has been furnished to her own taste. It is well aired and well lighted, modern, gay in color, with blue curtains... In the room are a bookcase, a radio, a gramophone, and a large collection of dance-music records. Her favorite singer is Louis Armstrong.

Princess Aisha drives her American car herself; she is skilled at the wheel and loves speed, and so the traffic policeman often stops her — and no sooner does he make out who she is than he apologizes!...

Aisha has, besides Malika, a beautiful sister named Nezha, 18 years old, who now lives in a modern villa adjoining the palace. On a visit she made last year to Paris, the newspapers published a picture showing her with bare shoulders, whereupon her father cabled her: "If this is how you dress at seventeen, what, pray, will you be wearing at twenty-five? Come home at once!"

There is also Prince Abdullah, aged ... years, a handsome young man who is studying

law under private tutors. And Prince Hassan is, of course, the official Crown Prince, occupied most of the time with learning his responsibilities and acquainting himself with his duties as heir to the King.

And there is the Sultan's first wife — the mother of Princess Aisha and her brothers and sisters, except the youngest, Amina. She is forty-five, dark, attractive, and intelligent. She manages the affairs of her "little kingdom" and organizes the official and private banquets, but she does all this from behind the veil, and lives in social seclusion. Within the circle of the royal family, however, she enjoys a certain freedom, and there are those who affirm that she swims with them in the private pool. The girls run after her, snatching at her jewelry; she pretends to be vexed, but soon enough she joins them in their teasing and their fun...

There is also the second wife, who is more beautiful than the first and brighter of complexion, and of an age with the princesses; hers is Princess Amina — and the two wives live in accord and harmony.

In this atmosphere Princess Aisha goes on performing her mission to the women of Morocco. But she has reached twenty-seven, and she is intelligent, refined, and charming — does she not think of marriage, now that its season has come?

Opinions conflict on this subject, but all the signs indicate that Princess Aisha, like every woman, has her dreams and the wishes of her heart; and that she longs to meet the prince of her dreams — the more so since the Moroccan girl, however far she may go in culture and freedom, cannot enjoy her freedom and her hap

piness except after marriage... Hence the look of distraction, perplexity, and anxiety that has settled in her two black eyes...

Her father the King is a modern man, but he has not yet attempted to beckon to the fortunate young man who is to be his son-in-law; he leaves his daughter entire freedom to choose her bridegroom, on one condition only — that he be "a Muslim." But how is she to choose when, for all her freedom, she is not permitted to meet unmarried men?... It remains for Princess Aisha to arm herself with patience, awaiting her destined one, who shall storm the walls of the palace and knock with the golden door-handle, asking for the royal hand!

...Until this miracle comes to pass, Princess Aisha will remain in the whirl of her daily routine; for despite her many tasks, her great responsibilities, and the people's devotion to her person, a shade of melancholy and weariness lies over her countenance. She doubtless feels an emptiness, and longs for a settled life; and nothing will fill this emptiness but a great love, to sweep her head over heels and carry her on its rosy wings to paradise... When, then, will this miracle come to pass... when, one wonders?