"Cecily!" exclaimed the voice. "Is that boy hugging you publicly? Am I absolutely without influence upon manners even among my own tents?" "Absolutely, Princess!" laughed Cecily. "Then the quicker I come out of my tent the better! You'll stop to breakfast, Arthur?" "With pleasure, but shan't I get word to the girls? Of course, they would feel it their duty to call upon you at once." "I should hope so--as an older woman I should expect that much of them. But, princess or no princess, I refuse to stand on ceremony. In my most exalted and aristocratic moments I can never forget that I am their mother. So after breakfast _I_ shall call on _them_." At this moment, very tall and thin, in gray Scotch tweeds, carrying a very high, foreheady head, there emerged from the forest Prince Oducalchi, leading by the hand his eight-year-old son, Andrea, and singing in a touching, clear baritone something in Italian to the effect that a certain "Mariana's roses were red and white, in the market-place by the clock-tower!" Andrea wore a bright-red sweater, carried a fine twenty-bore gun made by a famous London smith, and looked every inch a prince. He had all the Darling beauty in his face and all the Oducalchi pride of place and fame. "Mr. Darling, I believe?" asked the prince, his left eyebrow slightly acockbill. "I have not had the pleasure of seeing you for some years, but I perceive that you are by way of accepting my peace-offering." "I was never just to you," said Arthur, a little pale and looking very proud and handsome, "and you have been very good to my mamma and you have been very good to me. Will you forgive me?" "I cannot do that. There has been nothing to forgive. But I will shake hands with you with all the pleasure in the world--my dear Cecily, does he come up to the memories of him? Poor children, you have had a sad time of it in this merry world! I may call you 'Arthur'? Arthur, this is your half-brother, Andrea. I hope that you will take a little time to show him the beautiful ways of your North Woods." Arthur shook hands solemnly with the small boy, and their stanchly met eyes told of an immediate mutual confidence and liking. "I've always wanted a brother in the worst way," said Arthur. "So have I," piped Andrea. And then Princess Oducalchi came out of her tent, and proved that, although her daughters resembled her in features, simplicity, and grace and dignity of carriage, they would never really vie with her in beauty until they had loved much, suffered much, borne children into the world, and remembered all that was good in things and forgotten all that was evil. "Mamma," said Arthur, "is worth travelling ten thousand miles to see any day, isn't she?" "On foot," said Prince Oducalchi, "through forests and morasses infested with robbers and wild beasts."