The prince was tall, and dark, and handsome, and his heart was so good and true, that Dorothy felt that he richly deserved the beautiful princess whom he finally won.
Her eyes sparkled as she read of the great court wedding.
"And the lovely princess looked more beautiful than ever in her wedding gown of cloth of gold, thickly set with diamonds, and her crown of diamonds and sapphires."
"Oh what a lovely, lovely story!" said Dorothy, as she turned the page.
"Tiny princes carried her train, and as the happy pair reached the palace gates, and were about to enter the royal coach, the blare of trumpets sounded, as the guards in blue and gold played a gay fanfare."
"Toot! Toot! Toot!"
Dorothy sprang to her feet.
It was as if those silver-toned trumpets had sounded close beside her. A moment more, and a huge automobile appeared from behind the trees and shrubbery, and slackening its speed, came, at last, to a standstill, and an old lady leaned out to question her.
"Are we going in the right direction, my dear, to reach the Hotel Cleverton?"
Dorothy walked toward the car, and looked up into the hard, old face.