"Oh, then," said Suzanna pityingly, as a dire thought came to her, "there's no one to call you by your first name!"
And then the old lady lowered her hands and looked into Suzanna's face. "No one," she said sadly, "and it's such a pretty name, Drusilla. It's many long years since I was called that."
"I'd hate to come to a time when no one would call me Suzanna," Suzanna said, and she leaned forward and touched the blue-veined hands. "May I call you Drusilla?" she asked.
"That would be sweet of you," said the little old lady. She seemed less of the queen now than before, just a fluttering, little creature to be tenderly protected and cared for.
The maid came in at this moment. She went straight to the old lady.
"I think," she said gently, "that you must take your nap now. This is the day for Mrs. Bartlett's call."
The queen rose quite obediently. Suzanna said at once: "Well, I must be going. But I'll come again. Good-bye, Drusilla."
"Good-bye, dear," returned "Drusilla" sweetly. "I'd like to have you kiss me."
Suzanna lifted her young face and kissed Drusilla's withered cheek.