"Now, this is the story I've just been reading," said Dorothy, "and this is the picture of the prince. Isn't he handsome?"
"Oh, yes," said Nancy, "and doesn't he look like Flossie's Uncle Harry?"
"Why, he does, truly," cried Dorothy. "I'll show the picture to Flossie, and I'm sure she'll say it looks ever so much like him."
"Oh, she will," agreed Nancy.
"Why, it would look exactly like him, if he only had a cap with plumes," said Dorothy.
Uncle Harry, coming briskly up the path, was just in time to hear the last few words.
"I'm very curious to know who it is who needs a cap with plumes," he said.
"Oh, who knew you were right here to hear it?" said Dorothy.
"Oh, was it a state secret?" he asked. "Well, now it's a pity I heard it, but as it happens I did, I think I must ask for the rest of the secret."
"Oh, would you tell?" Dorothy asked, turning to Nancy, but before she could reply, Uncle Harry spoke.