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Updated: May 13, 2025
We have three pheasants that will die of grief if they are not baked at once. I myself have been feeding them this fortnight past in anticipation of this feast. We have a dozen wrens for a live pie, so tame they will light on our heads when you cut the crust. We shall have a famous feast, uncle. There will be present only tante, you, Twonette, our two guests, and myself.
I seek the friendship of no princess. Girls of my own class are good enough for me. "Twonette, fetch me a cup of wine." "Twonette, thread my needle." "Twonette, you are fat and lazy and sleep too much." "Twonette, stand up." "Twonette, sit down." Faugh! I tell you I want none of these princesses, no, not one of them.
"You and your friend may sup with us this evening in the dining room of our hostess. We take supper at five." The invitation was given with all the condescension of a noble lady. Twonette ventured: "What will father say, Yolanda?" "I can guess what uncle will say, but we will give him his say and take our own way.
Her attention was at the other end of the room. "Do you think Twonette a very pretty girl?" she asked. "Yes," I answered, surprised at the abrupt question. I caught a glimpse of Yolanda's face and saw that I had made a mistake, so I continued hastily: "That is yes yes, she is pretty, though not beautiful. Her face, I think, is rather dollish.
He was not quarrelsome, but he took to a fight as naturally as a duck takes to water. When the robbers had left, Yolanda came running from her hiding-place. She was not frightened; she was aglow with excitement. She, too, must have inherited the love of battle. Twonette was trembling with fear. "Ah, Sir Max, it was beautifully done," said Yolanda.
One day I had Twonette in to play with me, and we rummaged every nook and corner we could reach. By accident we discovered the movable panel. We pushed it aside, and spurring our bravery by daring each other, we descended the dark stairway step by step until we came suddenly against the oak panel at the foot. We grew frightened and cried aloud for help.
She is a coquette; but the heart of a coquette, if truly won, is the most steadfast of all. Twonette brought in the wine and honey; Castleman soon returned and lighted the lamp, and we all sat talking before the small blaze in the fireplace, till the great clock in the middle of the room chimed the hour of ten.
For the first and last time I saw Twonette shorn of her serenity. The duke had not invited me to go hawking, and fortunately I had stayed at home cuddling the thought that Yolanda was the Princess Mary, and that my fair Prince Max had found rare favor in her eyes. "Yolanda wants you at my father's house immediately," said Twonette, when I stepped outside the inn door.
Twonette slowly opened her big blue eyes, but she was slower in awakening. "Twonette! Twonette!" cried Yolanda, pulling at the girl's hand. "I declare, if you don't resist this growing drowsiness you will go down in history as the 'Eighth Sleeper, and will be left snoring on resurrection morn." When Twonette had awakened sufficiently to walk, we started from the arbor to the house.
That simple explanation was sufficient for Max. Yolanda might very likely know the private affairs of the Princess Mary through Twonette, who was a friend of Her Highness. "But you have not promised to visit Uncle Castleman's house when he invites you," said Yolanda, drawing Max again to the bench beside her. "I gladly promise," said Max.
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