"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!" "You gave such a successful imitation of it, that I consider myself justified," he returned. "And, anyway, it was only a little bit of a butterfly kiss, and it doesn't really count." "No," agreed Patty, rather relieved, "it doesn't count." "But it counts that I have found you," went on Philip. "You know the rest of the story, after the Prince kissed the Sleeping Beauty?" "She had to go to the Country Club ball with him," said Patty, laughing, as she danced away from him. "Be careful, Philip; we'll wake baby May. Come on downstairs." "I found her," announced Philip, somewhat unnecessarily; "and I was a blooming idiot not to know she was there all the time!" "You sure were!" said Roger, when he heard the story. "Did you get a good rest, Patty?" "Yes; only it was interrupted so soon," and Patty returned Philip's meaning glance with a saucy smile. "Well," Roger went on, "now you two will have to go to the masquerade together. I suppose you'll go as Jack and Jill?" "No," said Philip, "I think fairy tales are much prettier than Mother Goose rhymes. We're going as the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood, and the Fairy Prince. Only, of course, the Sleeping Beauty will be awake for the occasion. Shall I bring up your costume when I return next week, Patty?" "I might like to have a voice in deciding on the part I shall take," said Patty, with a show of spirit. "But you _did_ decide it! I never should have thought of appearing as 'Prince Charming,' if you hadn't----"