I looked away over the glittering waves. Then I came quietly down, picked up "Hans Andersen," and took my seat by her side. I found the place and continued the story aloud: "And the dog was outside the door directly, and, before the soldier thought it, came back with the Princess. She sat upon the dog's back and slept; and every one could see she was a real Princess, for she was so lovely. The soldier could not refrain from kissing her, for he was a thorough soldier.." Here the girl stirred, opened her eyes, saw me, and sat up. "Who on earth--" she began. "It's all right," said I. "It's only a fairy tale. Besides, I'm not a soldier, although I don't see--" "How long has this been going on?" "Only just begun," said I. "Listen. "Then the dog ran back with the Princess. But when morning came--" "Where's Roy?" "He had to go and join his friends," said I. "Fortunately I happened to be here to take his place. He asked me to say he should be home not later than six. Where were we? Oh, I know. "But when morning came--" She raised a slim hand for me to stop. Then she clasped her knees and regarded me with her head on one side. "A bad end," she said laconically. "A good beginning, anyway," said I. "I might be a sorceress." "I believe you are." "Or an adventuress, for all you know." "Or a Princess," said I. "What made you do this?" "I'll tell you," said I. "Whilst you were asleep, a little smile was playing round your lips. And this smile told me that he had two twin sisters who dwelt In your eyes. And, like the soldier, I wanted to see them, Princess." "Well, you have now, haven't you?" I looked at her critically. "I'm afraid they must be out," said I. In spite of herself she laughed. "No, there they are. Besides--" "What?" "The little smile said he had a big brother living in your heart." "Yes," she said softly. "Yes. And that made me very brave, Princess. Otherwise I should never have dared. Honestly, it was all the little smile's fault, bless him. Isn't it glorious here?" The bright eyes swept the horizon. "Yes," she said slowly, "it is. In fact, every prospect pleases." "And only golf is vile." "Byron never said that." "I know he didn't," said I. "Nor, in fact, did Heber. He said 'man.' All the same, I'm not vile. I'm rather nice, really. At least, so one of the smaller birds told me." "Not really?" "I mean it." "Perhaps it was a skylark." "As a matter of fact," I said stiffly, "it was an owl. A breed famous for its wisdom." "Ah, but you shouldn't believe everything you're told." "It isn't a question of what I believe, but of what other people believe," said I. "But if you don't believe it yourself, how can you expect--" "I never said I didn't believe it myself. Besides, I don't want to argue. I want to watch the smiles playing 'Here we go round the mulberry bush.'" The girl broke into peals of silvery laughter. "Is my nose as bad as all that?" she said presently.