'I knew you would say that,' said Sister Agatha; 'but I am afraid you must wait until you see it.'
'Where's Evangeline?' cried Mary presently. 'I wish she could have breakfast with us!'
'The idea of such a thing,' was the answer. 'Evangeline has a great deal to do and a lot of friends to entertain.'
'Does the prince live here?' asked Mary.
'He lives next door,' said Sister Agatha; 'only next door is a quarter of a mile away.'
'How funny!' exclaimed Mary.
'And some day,' said Sister Agatha, 'he will go to live a long way off, and Evangeline will go with him—that will be very soon now.'
'Will she take me?' asked Mary, looking a little anxious.
'No,' said Sister Agatha quietly; 'I don't think she will want either of us, dear.'
'Shall I stay here?' asked Mary.