"Yes. And you can wash your hands nicely and be ready to help me take the things out of it."
Bob started. "How soon 'll you come?"
"As soon as I finish my dinner."
"How good it is I brought the whole pie!" said Faith, as she poured the delayed coffee upon the cream and sugar. "And there's your shad, Endecott! unless you prefer to take that home, and we'll send something else.—Now you see what you picked up sticks for?"
"I see—" Mr. Linden said, looking at her. "And you see, Princess, what royalty is apt to meet if it will go wandering round the world."
"What?"
"Bob Tuck!—"
"Well—it's a good thing for Bob Tuck to meet with royalty,"—said
Faith, looking at the pie Mr. Linden was cutting.
"Princess," said Mr. Linden, "have you any 'Queen Anne' in your basket?"
Faith looked, her merry, puzzled, grave look of inquiry,—and then there was nothing for it but a ringing laugh again.