he year round--the year round?"

Lucy rose quietly. "The train is coming now," she said. "Calm
yourself, Jean. YOU will not have to live in the tower."

Jean laughed. When they were seated in the car again, she looked
wistfully out at the heaps of ruins.

"It must have been a mighty fortress once," she said. "Those stones
were hewed before Charlemagne's time. And a great castle could easily
be built with them now," she added thoughtfully.

CHAPTER X

The travellers entered Munich at noon. The great generous city lay
tranquil and smiling in the frosty sunlight.

"I have secured apartments," said Miss Vance, "used hitherto by
royalties or American millionaires. My girl must be properly framed
when a prince comes a-wooing."

Lucy smiled. But her usual warm color faded as they drove through the
streets. Jean, however, was gay and eager.

"Ah, the dear splendid town!" she cried. "It always seems to give us a
royal welcome. Nothing is changed! There is the music in the Kellers,
and there go the same Bavarian officers with their swagger and saucy
blue eyes. They are the handsomest men in Europe! And here is the
Munchen-kindl laughing at us, and the same crowds are going to the
Pinakothek! What do you want more? Beer and splendor and fun and art!
What a home it will be for you, Lucy!"

Lucy's cold silence did not check Jean's affectionate zeal. She
anxiously searched among the stately old buildings, which they passed,
for the Wolfburgh palace. "It will not be in these commonplace
Haussmannized streets," she said. "It is in some old corner; it has a
vast, mysterious, feudal air, I fancy. You will hold a little court in
it, and sometimes let a poor American artist from Pond City in to hang
on the edge of the crowd and stare at the haute noblesse."

"Don't be absurd, Jean," said Miss Vance.

"I am quite serious. I think an American girl like Lucy, with her
beauty and her money, will be welcomed by these German nobles as a
white swan among ducks. She ought to take her place and hold it."
Jean's black eyes snapped and the blood flamed up her cheeks. "If I
were she I'd make my money tell! I'd buy poor King Ludwig's residence
at Binderhof, with the cascades and jewelled peacocks and fairy
grottos, for my country seat. The Bavarian nobility are a beggarly
lot. If they knew that Lucy and her millions were coming to town in
this cab, they'd blow their trumpets for joy. 'Wave, Munich, all th