"Oh, I WISH they'd make up," whispered Princess Polly.
Then something soft rubbed against her ankles.
"Oh, darling Sir Mortimer!" she whispered, "they are ALMOST making up!"
She peeped again, daintily holding back her skirts.
"They're not smiling yet," she said softly.
"I guess we won't wait," she whispered, as she stooped to take the big cat in her arms.
"Keep still, Mortimer," she said, "I'm going to whisper right in your ear. I LIKE them all, but I LOVE Rose."
Sir Mortimer rubbed his soft head against Polly's pink cheek.
"That means that you do, too," said Polly.