d, you know."

"Not of this time, mademoiselle, I have already arrange her hairs, and I
am bidden place her other hairs in the case."

"Then it's settled," cried the Irish girl despairingly; "when her hair
is done, the end of all is at hand. What train do we go by, Claudine?"

"I am not of all sure, mademoiselle; madame has spoken of he who runs by
Schaffhausen."

The Irish girl sighed heavily.

"Very well, Claudine, you and I know what it is to travel as we do. Go
to madame and tell her I will come as soon as I am dressed," and then
she picked up the honey-jar and sighed again.

The maid went out.

"What makes you go?" Rosina asked; "I wouldn't."

"Oh, my dear, I've stayed at their place in the Caucasus weeks at a
time, and I have to be decent, and she knows it."

"Why did you ever accept an invitation to travel with such a horrid
person?"

Molly was out of bed and jerking her hair-ribbons savagely loose.

"She isn't a horrid person," she said; "they are very nice princes and
princesses, all of them. Only I hate to lead an existence like the slave
of the ring or the genii of the lamp, or whoever the johnny was who had
to jump whenever they rubbed their hands. It riles my blood just a bit
too much."

"I wouldn't," said Rosina decidedly; "I certainly wouldn't."

"I wish I'd taken the Turk," the Irish girl exclaimed, as she wove her
hair back and forth and in and out upon the crown of her head, "I'd have
been free of Russia then; 'tis a hint for European politics, my present
situation."

Rosina suddenly gave a sharp cry.

"Oh, Molly,--and me?"

Molly looked over her shoulder.

"What is it?" she asked anxiously.

"Why, what am I to do? I came here to be with you, and now you're going
away."

"You'll have to go too if you can't stay behind without me."

"But I only came yesterday."

"Well, what of that?"

"And, oh Molly, that man! I'll _have_ to go!"

"Why?"

"Why, because--because--Oh, you know why. And then,--if I go--what _do_
you suppose he will think?"

Molly snatched her dressing-gown.

"He'll come too, I fancy. At least, judging from what I've seen of him I
should suppose that he'd come too."

"Come too!" Rosina gasped.

"Why not? He'll be just as interesting in Constance as he is here, or in
Lucerne."

"You don't really think that he would come too; Molly, not _really_?"

"Certainly I think that he would."

"Oh, Molly!"

"'Tis their way here on the Continent; they've noth