red of being with Potter, who would be sentimental,
though I begged him not.

"How do you propose to escape?" he asked. "This is a Maze. The proper
dodge in a Maze is to be lost, and I am lost. So are you. We're lost
together."

"But I want to be found now," said I. "We've been lost long enough.
There are lots of other things to do."

"And there's all night to do them in," said Potter. "I daresay we shall
be lost for an hour or so yet. We've been wandering around from one
path to another, and we've never seen the same thing twice, so perhaps
there's a lot more to explore."

"You must know," I said. "It wasn't kept a secret from you, as it was
from me. You must have been through this Maze heaps of times, and of
course you know the way out."

"If I did, I've forgotten it," Potter coolly remarked. Then he changed
his tone. "You make me forget everything, Betty--everything but
yourself."

"You're not to call me Betty!" I said crossly, for I was tired of
having conversations turned like that. And I thought that I would be
having much more fun with someone else; for what is the good of wearing
a mask, if you are only to talk with people you know?

"There's something else I'd a great deal sooner call you," he half
whispered. "Come into this little dell where the fountain is, and the
orange trees, and let me tell you."

"I don't want to know," I said.

"Yes, you do. Come along, anyhow, and I'll pick you an orange. Perhaps
there'll be something nice inside it, like there was in the toad's
head."

I wasn't to be bribed in that way, but he took hold of my hand, and
pulled, so that I had to go with him unless I wished to resist and be
silly. Several people were coming towards us round the twist of the
path, and one tall man ahead of the others, dressed very plainly like a
Puritan, was looking hard at us. Rather than make a scene, I went
quietly with Potter; but as soon as he had whisked me into the little
dell with the orange trees and the fountain, he pushed one of the
trees, and it moved forward in a groove, so as to block up the entrance
and hide the dell from anyone who walked along the path.

"That's not a bad trick, is it?" said he. "I had that arranged on
purpose."

"On purpose for what?" I was silly enough to ask.

"To bring you here, and get you to myself. This is Betty's Bower; but
nobody knows it except you and me."

With that, he pulled off his mask, and made as if he would help me to
do the same wit