IV
FROM Aunt Cheerful's kitchen came the sound of a woman singing, of footsteps, quick and light, and presently of a pleasant call through the doorway into the room beyond.
"Aunt Cheerful?"
"Yes, Lady Ariel?"
"I've polished the Emperor until he fairly illumines the kitchen!"
"My dear, you pamper him too much!"
"And I've made the salad for supper—"
"Bless your dear, generous heart, child!" exclaimed Aunt Cheerful. "You're too good. Now come help me string cranberries for the chapel tree. I'm sure you'll find it restful after such a busy hour in the kitchen."