Nora felt in that moment she was discovered and that the prince would soon cease to be a mystery.
“Well, Alma, this is Nora—Nora——”
“Blair,” added Nora, realizing her full name had not been given the girls before.
“Oh, how do you do?” faltered Alma. “I thought at first I had met you before.”
“No. Nora is the visitor at the Mantons,” explained Wyn, “and we all had a ducking—we initiated Nora and had a lovely time. You missed it, Al.”
“Sorry,” said Alma, still eyeing Nora.
“But we spoiled our uniforms,” rattled on Wyn. “That wretch, Jimmie Freckles, dumped us right out into the lake.”
“And I was brought back to your camp to be redressed,” Nora managed to say. She felt if she did not say something the girl with the lovely, glossy, brown hair, who was staring at her, would penetrate her secret.
“Alma has visions,” went on Wyn. “She saw a real prince in your woods one day; didn’t you, Alma?”
“I saw a little boy in a velvet suit——”