e, "Commander-in-Chief of the Army of
Amazons"--here she saluted, and it was certainly the least she could
do for the money, "Warden of the Antimacassars and Grand Mistress of
the Robes, I have a busy life. Just come and dust this log for her
Royal Highness. All this work wears me out, Wiggs, but it is my duty
and I do it."

"Woggs says you make a very good thing out of it," said Wiggs
innocently, as she began to dust. "It must be nice to make very good
things out of things."

The Countess looked coldly at her. It is one thing to confide to your
diary that you are bad, it's quite another to have Woggsseses shouting
it out all over the country.

"I don't know what Woggs is," said Belvane sternly, "but send it to me
at once."

As soon as Wiggs was gone, Belvane gave herself up to her passions.
She strode up and down the velvety sward, saying to herself, "Bother!
Bother! Bother! Bother!" Her outbreak of violence over, she sat
gloomily down on the log and abandoned herself to despair. Her hair
fell in two plaits down her back to her waist; on second thoughts she
arranged them in front--if one is going to despair one may as well do
it to the best advantage.

Suddenly a thought struck her.

"I am alone," she said. "Dare I soliloquise? I will. It is a thing
I have not done for weeks. 'Oh, what a----" She got up quickly.
"_Nobody_ could soliloquise on a log like that," she said crossly.
She decided she could do it just as effectively when standing. With
one pale hand raised to the skies she began again.

"Oh, what a--"

"Did you call me, Mum?" said Woggs, appearing suddenly.

"_Bother!_" said Belvane. She gave a shrug of resignation. "Another
time," she told herself. She turned to Woggs.

Woggs must have been quite close at hand to have been found by Wiggs
so quickly, and I suspect her of playing in the forest when she ought
to have been doing her lessons, or mending stockings, or whatever made
up her day's work. Woggs I find nearly as difficult to explain as
Wiggs; it is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people
running about his book, without any invitation from him at all.
However, since Woggs is there, we must make the best of her. I fancy
that she was a year or two younger than Wiggs and of rather inferior
education. Witness her low innuendo about the Lady Belvane, and the
fact that she called a Countess "Mum."

"Come here," said Belvane. "Are you what they call Woggs?"

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