tered Sir Maurice.

"Whatever has she been doing to herself?" said Miss Lambart faintly,
gazing at her battling yelling charge with amazed eyes.

"You don't know the Twins," said Sir Maurice.

On his words Erebus came flying down the face of the knoll at a
breakneck pace, yelling as she came, and flung herself upon the
battling pair. As far as the spectators could judge she and the
princess were rending Wiggins limb from limb; and they all three yelled
their shrillest. Then with a yell the Terror leaped upon them from the
cave and they were all four rolling on the ground while the aching
welkin rang.

Suddenly the tangle of whirling limbs was dissolved as Erebus and
Wiggins tore themselves free, gained their feet and fled. The princess
and the Terror sat up, panting, flushed and disheveled. The princess
wriggled close to the Terror, snuggled against him, and put an arm
round his neck.

"It was splendid!" she cried, and kissed him.

Unaware of the watching eyes, he submitted to the embrace with a very
good grace.

"Well, I never!" said Miss Lambart.

"These delicate children," said Sir Maurice. "But it's certainly a
delightful place for lovers. I'm so glad we've found it."

He was looking earnestly at Miss Lambart; and she felt that she was
flushing.

"Come along!" she said quickly.

They came out of their clump, about fifteen yards from their quarry.

The quick-eyed Terror saw them first. He did not stir; but a curious,
short, sharp cry came from his throat. It seemed to loose a spring in
the princess. She shot to her feet and stood prepared to fly,
frowning. The Terror rose more slowly.

"Good afternoon, Highness. I've come to take you back to the Grange,"
said Miss Lambart.

"I'm not going," said the princess firmly.

"I'm afraid you must. Your father is there; and he wants you," said
Miss Lambart.

"No," said the princess yet more firmly; and she took a step sidewise
toward the mouth of the cave.

The Terror nodded amiably to his uncle and put his hands in his
pockets; he wore the detached air of a spectator.

"But if you don't come of yourself, we shall have to carry you," said
Miss Lambart sternly.

The Terror intervened; he said in his most agreeable tone: "I don't see
how you can. You can't touch a princess you know. It would be
_lese-majeste_. She's told me all about it."

The perplexity spread from the face of Miss Lambart to the face of Sir
Maurice Falconer; he smiled