said Philip. "I'm going to reason this thing out. Give me a few
minutes to think, and I believe I can find her."

"Don't anybody disturb him, let him think!" said Mona, gaily, and
going to the piano, she began to play "Alice, where art thou?" in
wailing strains that made them all laugh.

All at once Philip jumped up. "I know where she is!" he exclaimed.
"Sit still all of you, and I'll bring her back with me!"

"Wait a minute," said Adele, curiously. "How did you find it out?"

"Do _you_ know where she is?" and Philip looked at her intently.

"No, I haven't the slightest idea," said Adele, honestly. "But I
wondered how you could know, just from thinking about it."

"It's clairvoyance," said Philip, with a mock air of mystery. "You
see, I know all the places where she _isn't_, so the one place I have
in mind must be where she _is_. By the way, Mrs. Kenerley; baby always
takes an afternoon nap, doesn't she?"

"Yes, always."

"And does the Fraeulein, her nurse, always take a nap at the same
time?"

"Oh, no! She never naps in the daytime."

"She did to-day," began Roger, but Philip was already flying upstairs
again.

He went softly into the nursery. The baby was still asleep, the figure
on the couch still lay quietly beneath the knitted afghan.

Philip went over and stood beside the couch. The face was buried in
the pillow, but beneath the edge of the cap he saw some stray golden
curls.

"H'm!" he mused, in a low voice, but entirely audible to Patty. "I
thought baby May's nurse had dark hair. She must have bleached it!"

Patty gave no sign that she heard, but cuddled her head more deeply in
the soft pillows.

"Why, it isn't the Fraeulein at all!" said Philip, in tones of great
surprise. "It's the Sleeping Beauty!"

Still Patty gave no intimation of being awake, though, of course, she
was.

Then Philip leaned down over her and murmured: "And I'm the Prince;
and when the Prince finds the Sleeping Beauty, there's only one course
for him to pursue."

At this, Patty opened her eyes and prepared to spring up, but she was
not quite quick enough, and Philip lightly kissed the top of her
little pink ear, before she could elude him.

"How dare you!" she cried, and her eyes flashed with indignation.

But Philip stood calmly smiling at her.

"It's entirely permissible," he said, "when any Prince finds a
Sleeping Beauty, to kiss her awake."

"But I wasn't asleep!" stormed Patty, "and you knew it!"

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