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"I'll have enough to worry about taking care of myself...." That was the wrong approach. Trask interrupted: "You're to stay aboard, Count," he said. "As soon as things stabilize, Princess Myrna will have to come down. You'll act as her personal escort. And don't think you're being shoved into the background. She's Crown Princess, and if she isn't Queen now, she will be in a few years.
Of course, Myrna was only a girl, and two years younger than Steven, but she was, or at least might be, his sovereign, and beside, she had been in a space action, if you call what lies between a planet and its satellite space and if you call being shot at without being able to shoot back an action, and Relentless Ravary, the Interstellar Terror, had not.
"Are you really and truly the Space Viking?" "Really and truly. And who are you two?" "I'm Myrna. And this is Mopsy." "Hello, Myrna. Hello, Mopsy." Hearing his name, the puppy wriggled again and dropped from the child's arms; after a brief hesitation, he came over and jumped onto Trask's lap, licking his face. While he petted the dog, the girl came over and sat on the bench beside him.
"Let's make a circle round the fire and sing the old year out," suggested Rose gaily. "Myrna, get the banjo and the guitar. Shall I play on the piano, Papa Claude, or will you?" Mr.
Fan Loomis came in to help nurse in the day-time, and Quin was on duty through the long, suffocating August nights. At the end of the week Cass's condition was so serious that the Bartletts insisted on keeping the children at the farm. Myrna had proved a cheery, helpful little companion, and Edwin, while more difficult to handle, was picking up flesh and color, and was learning to run the car.
"Oh, Rose, please do!" cried Myrna. "I won't take but one help." Cass, in the meanwhile, was making his guest at home in the sitting-room by permitting him to be useful. "You can light the lamp," he said, "while I make a fire." Quin was willing to oblige, but the lamp was not. It put up a stubborn resistance to all efforts to coax it to do its duty.
"There won't be anything awful happen here, Princess Myrna. You are among friends; friends with whom you have a treaty. Remember?" The child began to cry, bitterly. "That was when I was just a play-Queen. And now I know what they meant when they talked about when Grandpa and Pappa would be through being King. Pappa didn't even get to be King!"
This morning she capped the climax by giving me a check for a hundred dollars to buy a gold mesh bag." "A what!" cried Quin, aghast. "A mesh bag. But I am not going to get it. I sent the check to Rose. It has nearly killed me not to have a penny to send them all summer, and this came just in time. Have you heard about Myrna?" "Being asked to spend the winter at Mrs. Ranny's? I should say I have!
Both Aunt Isobel and Uncle Ranny seemed to have acquired haloes of kindness and affection, and she felt like a selfish ingrate. She looked at the lunch-box in her hand, and thought of Rose rising at dawn to fix it before she went to work. She remembered the little gifts Cass and Myrna and Edwin had slipped in her bag. How good they had all been to her, and how she was going to miss them!
Edwin is still as weak as a kitten, and Myrna looks as if she might come down with the fever any day." Quin had a brilliant idea. "Why not ship 'em both to the country? Ed could come to town to work every day, and Myrna could help somebody around the house." "That sounds mighty fine; but who is going to take two children to board for nothing?"
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