"The prince had his guitar slung over his shoulder by a ribbon," said Dorothy. "See the picture," and she slipped from the hammock, and offered the book that he might see the illustration. "I'm glad he carried his guitar instead of a banjo," he said. "Why are you glad of that?" Flossie asked. "Oh, because I really _am_, in fact, I might even say I am delighted," he replied. "I do believe he intends to serenade those children," said a handsome woman, to her friend who sat beside her; "he is a brilliant man, and one who is blessed with many talents, and one of his greatest charms is his love of children. He will go far out of his way to afford them a bit of fun." That evening, when nearly every one had left the piazza, and all of the children were in their rooms, the soft twanging of guitar strings floated up toward Flossie's window. She was not yet asleep, and she sat up in bed, and listened. Yes, it was a guitar! Was it Uncle Harry's? A little prelude softly played, drew her toward the window. She crept closer, and peeped out. Yes, there he was, looking right up toward her window. Now his fine voice was softly singing, and Flossie held her breath. "Under thy window, my little lady, Under thy window, Flossie dear, Here where the moonbeams softly flicker, Sing I this song that you may hear. "Moonlight, and starlight weave enchantment, Yet shall my song your freedom bring, You shall be happy little lady, Give me your love for the song I sing." "Oh, Uncle Harry, you have it _now_!" cried Flossie. "I love you, when you're singing, and _all_ the time." "I know that, dear little girl, but I _must_ have my fun, so I came here to sing the song I made for you," he said gently. "Well, you're _dear_," she cried, "and I'll throw you a kiss," and she did, reaching far out of the window that he might surely see her. "I caught it!" he cried, and as he turned toward the porch, she heard him softly strumming the prelude again. Others had heard the pretty song, for Dorothy and Nancy had a room next to Flossie's. The next morning he was coaxed and teased to sing the song again, but he declared that he could only sing it in the moonlight, that the daylight would spoil its effect. The sunny days sped on wings, and soon the guests began to think of turning homeward. Mrs. Dainty's party and the Barnets were to leave the hotel at the same time, and Dorothy, Nancy, and Flossie were delighted that they were to take the return trip together. They were talking of the pleasures that they were looking forward to, and telling of some delightful events that were already planned, when Jack Tiverton gave them a genuine surprise. "Mamma has just told me something fine," he said, "and I ran right down to tell it to you." "Oh, tell it quick!" said Flossie.