"And me up in a tree stealing the cherries, and that awful farmer trying to shake me down! Then you came to the rescue."
"Can you trust me, Peggy?"
"Why, of course! What's the matter?"
He took a written paper and a pen which he laid on Margaret's knee.
"Will the Queen trust Jimmy even to signing that?"
"Colonel Anderson," she read, "Queen's Messenger, is to obey the bearer, Trooper the Marquess of Sydney."
"Is it something very wicked?" she asked.
"Awfully."
So the Queen wrote in great haste: "Margaret. R.I."
THE SECRET OF LYONESSE