“Kitty,” he said to himself, “you’re a minx, a dear, charming little minx!”
“Please tell me,” he said aloud, “what you do with yourself all the rest of the time?”
She looked across questioningly.
“After you leave the garden, I mean. I see you for a minute or two and then you utterly disappear and never come back—until the next morning. Do you live in a real house? Is there a front door to it? Or is it an enchanted palace? If I searched, could I find it, or would folks merely look at me compassionately and shake their heads if I asked them to direct me to the Castle of the Roses?”
“Oh, I’m sure they’d shake their heads,” she laughed, “if you asked for that. But there is a front door.”
“And if I were to come to it and ask—ask for the Princess——”
“Aunt Amanda would send you away in short order. You see, she doesn’t consider me exactly as a princess.”
“Then whom would you advise me to ask for?”