“Tell us,” said Pat, coaxing the Princess’s hand up and down.
The Princess didn’t answer at once. She was looking up into the twinkly blue—very far away—as if she were forgetting the Others. At last she spoke: “Little Bear is a very special friend and friend’s friend. I’d rather tell you about him another time,—when he isn’t listening.”
“Can he hear?” Pat whispered it.
“Surely,—and carry messages.”
“Will he do it?”
“He did,—brought me one and took one.”
“Oh-h,—what did he say?”
The Princess laid her fingers on her lips.
“Is it secrets?” asked Phyllisy.
“Long secrets.” Her voice smiled in the dusk. “But I’ll tell you the Word of it,—‘Faithful.’”