"Good-evening," said Patty, dropping a little curtsy; "SO glad to meet you."
"Thought you'd never come," returned Kit. "What are you, anyway?
Masquerading as old-fashioned girls?"
"Are they old-fashioned togs?" said Kenneth. "I thought they looked different, but I didn't know what ailed them."
"They're perfectly beautiful evening frocks," Patty declared, "and you're not to make fun of them."
"Far be it from me to make fun of anything so charming," returned
Cameron. "Come along, Captive Princess, dinner is waiting." He tucked
Patty's hand in his arm, and as they walked to the dining-room, he
murmured: "You really are a Captive Princess now, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am; and if you're my Knight, aren't you going to deliver me from durance vile?"
"Of course I am. I will be under your window at midnight with a rope ladder and a white palfrey."
"Well, if I'm awake I'll come down the ladder; but if not, don't expect me."
"But if you want to be rescued, you must take the opportunity when it offers."
"Oh, I'm not so sure I want to be rescued. I'm ready now to make the best of things and I'm planning to have a real good time while we stay here."