oth darlings," said Marjorie, as she gently replaced Totty's
veil. "Lisa, won't you let Gladys wheel Dotty for awhile, and I'll wheel
Totty. That would be fun."

"I'll willingly leave her with you for a bit, Miss Gladys. I've some
work to do in the house, and if you'll keep baby for a few minutes it
would be a great thing for me. Mrs. Curtis is out, but I know she'd
trust you with the child, if the other lady does. But don't go off the
place."

"No," said Marjorie; "this place is so big there's room enough anyway. I
promise you we won't go outside the gates, Lisa."

"Isn't this fun?" cried Marjorie, as Lisa went away. "Now, we have two
kidnapped princesses. Or shall we play house with them?"

"No, let's have them princesses. Now you can name yours Petronella, and
I'll name mine Ermyntrude."

This momentous question settled, the game went on. They pretended that
the princesses were anxious to get back to their respective homes, and
that they must resort to bribery and strategy to keep them contented.

"Nay, nay, Princess Petronella," Marjorie would say; "weep not for
friends and family. I will take you to a far better place, where flowers
grow and birds sing and--and----"

"And gold-fish swim," went on Gladys, who always followed Marjorie's
lead, "and roosters crow--cock-a-doodle-doo!!"

This climax, accompanied as it was by Gladys' flapping her arms and
prancing about, greatly delighted both princesses, and they laughed and
clamored for more.

"Aren't they dears!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she looked at the two pretty
babies. "Methinks no ransom is forthcoming. Must we resort to our dire
and dreadful doom?"

"Aye, aye!" said Gladys. "To the enchanted castle with the fatal
victims."

So long as the girls used tragic-sounding words they didn't always care
whether they made sense or not.

"On, on, then!" cried Midget. "On, on! To victory, or defeat!"

Each pushing a carriage, they ran down the long drive, across the wide
lawn, and paused, flushed and breathless, at a rustic summer-house.

Into the arbor they pushed the two coaches, and then dropped, laughing,
on the seats.

The babies laughed, too, and both Dotty and Totty seemed to think that
to be a captive princess was a delightful fate. The girls sat still for
awhile to rest, but the game went on.

"Shall it be the donjon keep?"

"Nay, not for these, so young and fair," answered Gladys. "Let's chain
them with rose garlands to a silken couch."

"Huh