nth Dangerfield--better, much
better, known as the Terror--to you," Said Sir Maurice.

The Terror shook hands with her, and said: "How do you do? I've been
wanting to know you: the princess--I mean Lady Rowington--likes you
ever so much."

Miss Lambart was appeased.

"Perhaps you could give us some tea? We want it badly," said Sir
Maurice.

"Yes, I can. We only drink milk and cocoa, of course. But we have
some tea, for Mum walked up to have tea with us yesterday," said the
Terror.

"I take it that she saw nothing of the princess," said Sir Maurice.

"Oh, no; she didn't see Lady Rowington. You must remember that she's
Lady Rowington here, and not the princess at all," said the Terror.

"Oh? I see now how it was that when you were asked at home, you knew
nothing about the princess," said Sir Maurice quickly.

"Yes; that was how," said the Terror blandly.

They had not long to wait for their tea, for the Twins had had their
kettle on the fire for some time. Sir Maurice and Miss Lambart enjoyed
the picnic greatly. On his suggestion an armistice was proclaimed.
Miss Lambart agreed to make no further attempt to capture the princess;
and she came out of hiding and took her tea with them.

Miss Lambart was, indeed, pleased with, at any rate, the physical
change in the princess, induced by her short stay at the knoll: she was
a browner, brighter, stronger child. Plainly, too, she was a more
determined child; and while, for her own part, Miss Lambart approved of
that change also, she was quite sure that it would not be approved by
the princess' kinsfolk and train. But she was somewhat distressed that
the legs of the princess should be marred by so many and such deep
scratches. She had none of the experienced Twins' quickness to see and
dodge thorns. She took Miss Lambart's sympathy lightly enough; indeed
she seemed to regard those scratches as scars gained in honorable
warfare.

Miss Lambart saw plainly that the billowy archduke would have no little
difficulty in recovering her from this fastness; and since she was
assured that this green wood life was the very thing the princess
needed, she was resolved to give him no help herself. She was pleased
to learn that she was in no way responsible for the princess'
acquaintance with the Twins; that she had made their acquaintance and
cultivated their society while the careless baroness slept in the
peach-garden.

At half past five Sir Maurice and Miss Lamba