'We have it for our own, together,' Dan explained. 'And d'you never quarrel, young Burleigh?' 'Sometimes, but then we don't tell.' The lady nodded. 'I've no brats of my own, but I understand keeping a secret between Queens and their Ministers. _Ay de mi!_ But with no disrespect to present majesty, methinks your realm is small, and therefore likely to be coveted by man and beast. For example'--she pointed to Middenboro--'yonder old horse, with the face of a Spanish friar--does he never break in?' 'He can't. Old Hobden stops all our gaps for us,' said Una, 'and we let Hobden catch rabbits in the Shaw.' The lady laughed like a man. 'I see! Hobden catches conies--rabbits--for himself, and guards your defences for you. Does he make a profit out of his coney-catching?' 'We never ask,' said Una. 'Hobden's a particular friend of ours.' 'Hoity-toity!' the lady began angrily. Then she laughed. 'But I forget. It is your Kingdom. I knew a maid once that had a larger one than this to defend, and so long as her men kept the fences stopped, she asked 'em no questions either.' 'Was she trying to grow flowers?' said Una. 'No, trees--perdurable trees. Her flowers all withered.' The lady leaned her head on her hand. 'They do if you don't look after them. We've got a few. Would you like to see? I'll fetch you some.' Una ran off to the rank grass in the shade behind the wigwam, and came back with a handful of red flowers. 'Aren't they pretty?' she said. 'They're Virginia stock.' 'Virginia?' said the lady, and lifted them to the fringe of her mask. 'Yes. They come from Virginia. Did your maid ever plant any?' 'Not herself--but her men adventured all over the earth to pluck or to plant flowers for her crown. They judged her worthy of them.' 'And was she?' said Dan cheerfully. '_Quien sabe?_ (who knows?) But at least, while her men toiled abroad she toiled in England, that they might find a safe home to come back to.' 'And what was she called?' 'Gloriana--Belphoebe--Elizabeth of England.' Her voice changed at each word. 'You mean Queen Bess?' The lady bowed her head a little towards Dan. 'You name her lightly enough, young Burleigh. What might you know of her?' said she. 'Well, I--I've seen the little green shoes she left at Brickwall House--down the road, you know. They're in a glass case--awfully tiny things.' 'Oh, Burleigh, Burleigh!' she laughed. 'You are a courtier too soon.' 'But they are,' Dan insisted. 'As little as dolls' shoes. Did you really know her well?' 'Well. She was a--woman. I've been at her Court all my life. Yes, I remember when she danced after the banquet at Brickwall. They say she danced Philip of Spain out of a brand-new kingdom that day. Worth the price of a pair of old shoes--hey?' She thrust out one foot, and stooped forward to look at its broad flashing buckle.