"No, Sir Galahad, I didn't," Phyllis answered.

"Where's your monk, Friar Tuck; I thought he was with you?" Sir Galahad
inquired.

"Did you?" Phyllis asked sweetly. She was not mumbling, but her voice
was not at all natural and she had no fear of the knight's recognizing
her for she felt quite sure she did not know him.

"But I don't understand. When I last saw you, Howard was going to take
you into the library and teach you to dance and John was going with
you." Sir Galahad was perplexed.

"Yet here I am." Phyllis was hugely enjoying herself. There was no
doubt that he took her for Janet, and she delighted in teasing him.

"Do you mean to tell me that they went off and left you?" Two dark
eyebrows that contrasted oddly with the golden wig came together in a
frown just above the black mask.

"Perhaps,"--Phyllis threw a note of sorrow into her voice, and her eyes
looked up into his without a hint of laughter.

"I never heard of such a thing," he said angrily, and something in the
way he said it brought back a sudden memory to Phyllis and made her
eyes dance. She lowered them quickly, for it was just possible that
Don's cousin might prove as clever as Don.

The knight sat down beside her on the bench and rested his sword beside
him.

"What's your name?" he asked presently.

"You'd never believe it if I told you," Phyllis replied.

"Well, tell me anyhow."

"I am Queen Mab,"--Phyllis dropped her voice to a whisper--"but I am
masquerading as Pierrette, so you mustn't tell anybody."

"Don't be silly," was the knight's ungallant reply. "I mean, who are
you really?"

"See, I told you you wouldn't believe,"--Phyllis shrugged her shoulders
daintily. "I dare say you don't believe in fairies nor brownies
either," she ventured, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

The words should have given the knight the hint he wanted, but he was
too cross to understand it just then.

"Oh, very well," he said huffily, "if you won't tell me, you won't; but
don't expect me to tell you my name either."

"I don't have to," Phyllis laughed gayly. "I know; it's Chuck."

"Well I'll be darned,"--Sir Galahad stared at her in amazement. "Then
I know you?"

"I didn't say so," Phyllis teased.

He got up and stood facing her, his arms folded.

"Come and get some lemonade," he commanded. "I am going to find out
who you are, never you fear, but I am going to do it in my own way."

They walked to the little alcove w