“Oh, no! nothing like that. But I say! Princess! it’s after one o’clock! Now, who would have thought it? And they expect us back to luncheon!”
“After one! Oh, Philip, it can’t be!”
“Yes, it is! Well, Patty Pink, the best thing to do, I think, is to go to that house I see in the dim distance, and ask our way. The last two or three signposts have shown names I never heard of.”
“I either,” said Patty, in a meek voice. “I noticed them, but I didn’t say anything, because it’s my fault we went astray.”
“Well, never mind. We’re in for a lark, that’s all. ‘Afar in the desert I love to ride’—what comes next, Patty?”
“‘With the silent Bushboy alone by my side——’”
“Yes, that’s it; but thank goodness, you’re not silent——”
“Nor a Bushboy, either. But I don’t like this, Philip. We’re——”
“We’re far frae our hame, and all that. But don’t you worry, my Princess. You’re with me, and so you’re not lost. You know, it’s better to be loved than lost.”
“Now, Philip, stop talking about love! It’s bad enough to be lost,—and we are lost,—without having somebody harping about love all the time.”