“How did you make out with ther gal—queen?” said Haypole, who stood in the doorway perfectly contented, now that he had had a good meal, and was in the company of Prof. Easy and the rest.
“That reminds me,” exclaimed Dick, suddenly. “I left something in the palace; I’ll go and get it, I guess.”
Then, before he could be questioned any further, he started back to the house of Queen Olive.
Arriving there, he did not hesitate, but boldly walked in.
The handsome queen was waiting for him, it seemed, for she met him in the hallway, and conducted him again to the room he had before been led into.
“I knew you would come back,” said she, quietly.
“Why?” he asked, in a petulant manner.
“Because you really love me.”
“I told you I did before you dismissed me a few moments ago.”
“Ah! but this proves it. And now, let me say, I shall consider myself engaged to you. But our marriage cannot take place under two years from the time of our first meeting—that is one of the laws of this country.”