THE GOVERNOR CABLES
"I don't believe it. It's too good to be true. I am in a trance. It isn't you, is it?"
And he was still holding her hand.
"Yes—it is."
"The Princess—ah—?"
"Kalora."
"That's it. I was so busy thinking of you after I left your cute little country that I couldn't remember the name. I thought of 'calico' and 'Fedora' and 'Kokomo' and a lot of names that sounded like it, but I knew I was wrong. Kalora—Kalora—I'll remember that. I knew it began with a 'K.' But what in the name of all that is pure and sanctified are you doing in the land of the free?"
"You invited me to come. Don't you remember? You urged me to come."
"That's why you notified me as soon as you arrived, isn't it? How long have you been here?"
"I forget—three months—four months. Surely you have seen my name in the papers. Every morning you may read a full description of what Princess Kalora of Morovenia wore the night before. For a simple and democratic people you are rather fond of high-sounding titles, don't you think?"