er doesn't care where I am, if I come when the supper bell rings."

"All right!" said Laddie.

He led the way around the house, sat on the front step and took me
between his knees.

"Oh, is it going to be a secret?" I cried.

Secrets with Laddie were the greatest joy in life. He was so big and
so handsome. He was so much nicer than any one else in our family, or
among our friends, that to share his secrets, run his errands, and love
him blindly was the greatest happiness. Sometimes I disobeyed father
and mother; I minded Laddie like his right hand.

"The biggest secret yet," he said gravely.

"Tell quick!" I begged, holding my ear to his lips.

"Not so fast!" said Laddie. "Not so fast! I have doubts about this.
I don't know that I should send you. Possibly you can't find the way.
You may be afraid. Above all, there is never to be a whisper. Not to
any one! Do you understand?"

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Something serious," said Laddie. "You see, I expected to have an hour
or two for myself this afternoon, so I made an engagement to spend the
time with a Fairy Princess in our Big Woods. Father and I broke the
reaper taking it from the shed just now and you know how he is about
Fairies."

I did know how he was about Fairies. He hadn't a particle of patience
with them. A Princess would be the Queen's daughter. My father's
people were English, and I had heard enough talk to understand that. I
was almost wild with excitement.

"Tell me the secret, hurry!" I cried.

"It's just this," he said. "It took me a long time to coax the
Princess into our Big Woods. I had to fix a throne for her to sit on;
spread a Magic Carpet for her feet, and build a wall to screen her.
Now, what is she going to think if I'm not there to welcome her when
she comes? She promised to show me how to make sunshine on dark days."

"Tell father and he can have Leon help him."

"But it is a secret with the Princess, and it's HERS as much as mine.
If I tell, she may not like it, and then she won't make me her Prince
and send me on her errands."

"Then you don't dare tell a breath," I said.

"Will you go in my place, and carry her a letter to explain why I'm not
coming, Little Sister?"

"Of course!" I said stoutly, and then my heart turned right over; for I
never had been in our Big Woods alone, and neither mother nor father
wanted me to go. Passing Gypsies sometimes laid down the fence and
went there to camp. Fa