"Of course I do, dear," agreed the woman in the gray cloak. "But I expect the mothers of kings, like the mothers of other little boys, like to name their sons after their fathers.
"Now, children, I must go," she added briskly, getting up off the bench and handing Tess the written paper. "Good-bye. I hope I shall meet you both again very soon. Let me kiss you, Tess—and you, Dorothy Kenway. It has done me good to know you."
She kissed both children quickly, and then set off along the Parade Ground walk. Tess and Dot bade her good-bye shrilly, turning themselves toward the old Corner House.
"Oh, Dot!" exclaimed Tess, suddenly.
"What's the matter now?" asked Dot.
"We never asked the lady her name—or who she was."
"We-ell——would that be perlite?" asked Dot, doubtfully.
"Yes. She asked our names. We don't know anything about her—and I do think she is so nice!"
"So do I," agreed Dot. "And that gray cloak——"