interest and approval--as much approval as
one could give to a girl. The Princess Elizabeth had beautiful gray
eyes; and though her pale cheeks were a little hollow, and the line
from the cheek-bone to the corner of the chin was so straight that it
made her face almost triangular, it was a pretty face. She looked
fragile; and he felt sorry for her.

"This garden's very hot," he said. "It's like holding one's face over
an oven."

"Oh, it is," said the princess, with impatient weariness.

"Yet there's quite a decent little breeze blowing over the top of the
walls," said the Terror.

The princess sighed, and they gazed at each other with curious
examining eyes. Certainly he looked a nice boy.

"I tell you what: come out into the wood. I know an awfully cool
place. You'd find it very refreshing," said the Terror in the tone of
one who has of a sudden been happily inspired.

The princess looked back along the wall of pear tree irresolutely at
the sleeping baroness. The sight of that richly crimson face made the
garden feel hotter than ever.

"Do come. My sister's here, and it will be very jolly in the wood--the
three of us," said the Terror in his most persuasive tone.

The princess hesitated, and again she looked back at the sleeping but
unbeautiful baroness; then she said with a truly German frankness:

"Are you well-born?"

The Terror smiled a little haughtily in his turn and said slowly:
"Well, from what Mrs. Blenkinsop said, the Dangerfields were barons in
the Weald before they were any Hohenzollerns. And they did very well
at Crecy and Agincourt, too," he added pensively.

The princess seemed reassured; but she still hesitated.

"Suppose the baroness were to wake?" she said.

A light of understanding brightened the Terror's face: "Oh, is that the
baroness snoring? I thought it was a pig," he said frankly. "She
won't wake for another hour. Nobody snoring like that could."

The assurance seemed to disperse the last doubts of the princess. She
cast one more look back at her crimson Argus, and said: "Very goot; I
will coom."

She walked to the door lower down the garden wall. When she came
through it, she found the Twins wheeling their bicycles toward it. The
Terror, in a very dignified fashion, introduced Erebus to her as Violet
Anastasia Dangerfield, and himself as Hyacinth Wolfram Dangerfield. He
gave their full and so little-used names because he felt that, in the
case of a princess,