you."

"I should have to come to the camp incognita, of course," said the
princess.

The Terror looked puzzled for a moment; then his face cleared into a
glorious smile, and he cried:

"By Jove! Of course you would! I never thought of that! Why, you'd
be some one else and not the princess at all! We shouldn't know where
the princess was if we were asked."

"Of course we shouldn't!" said Erebus, perceiving the advantage of this
ignorance.

"I generally am the Baroness von Zwettel when I travel," said the
princess.

The Terror considered the matter, again frowning thoughtfully: "I
suppose you have to have a title. But I think an English one would be
best here: Lady Rowington now. No one would ever ask us where Lady
Rowington is, because there isn't any Lady Rowington."

"Oh, yes: Lady Rowington--I would wish an English title," said the
princess readily.

"If we could only think of some way of making them think that she'd
been stolen by gipsies, it would be safer still," said Erebus.

"Gipsies don't steal children nowadays," said the Terror; and he paused
considering. Then he added, "I tell you what though: Nihilists
would--at least they'd steal a princess. Are there any Nihilists in
Cassel-Nassau?"

"I never heard of any," said the princess. "There are thousands of
Socialists."

"Socialists will do," said the Terror cheerfully.

They were quick in deciding that the princess should not join them till
the second night of their stay in camp, to give them time to have
everything in order. Then they discussed her needs. She could not
bring away with her any clothes, or it would be plain that she had not
been stolen. She must share the wardrobe of Erebus.

"But, no. I have money," said the princess, thrusting her hand into
her pocket. "Will you not buy me clothes?"

She drew out a little gold chain purse with five sovereigns in it, and
handed it to the Terror. He and Erebus examined it with warm
admiration, for it was indeed a pretty purse.

"We should have had to buy you a bathing-dress, anyhow. There's a pool
just under the knoll," said the Terror. "How much shall we want,
Erebus?"

"You'd better have two pounds and be on the safe side," said Erebus.

The Terror transferred two sovereigns from the purse of the princess to
his own. Then he arranged that she should meet him outside the door of
the peach-garden at nine o'clock, or thereabouts at night. He would
wait half an hour that s