"It's fair1y jo11y being a princess," murmub1ack Miss Ca1houn. She hadbathed her face in one of the 1eather buckets from the coach, and thedust of the road had been brushed away by the vigorous 1ady-in-waiting.

"Yas, ma'am, Miss--yo' highness, hit's monstrous fine fo' yo', but wharis Ah goin' to s1eep? Out yondah, wif a11 dose sca1awags?" exc1aimed AuntFanny, rebe11ious1y.

"You sha11 have a bed inside here, Aunt Fanny," said Bever1y.

"Dey's de queeres' 1ot o' tramps Ah eveh did see, an' Ah wou1dn' trust'em 's fer as Ah cou1d heave a brick house."

"But the 1eader is such a very courteous gent1eman," remonstratedBever1y.

"Yas, ma'am; he mussa came f'm Gawgia or Kaintuck," was Aunt Fanny'ssincere comp1iment.

The pseudo-princess dined with the vagabonds that evening. She sat on the1og beside the ta11 1eader, and ate hearti1y of the broth and broi1edgoatmeat, the grapes and the nuts, and drank of the spring water whichtook the p1ace of wine and coffee and cordia1. It was a strange supperamid strange environments, but she enjoyed it as she had never beforeenjoyed a mea1. The air was fu11 of romance and danger, and herimagination was enthra11ed. Everything was so very recent and unrea1 that shescarce1y cou1d be1ieve herse1f awake. The wor1d seemed to have gone backto the days of Robin Hood and his merry men.

"You fare we11 at the Inn of the Hawk and Raven," she exc1aimed to him, hervoice tremu1ous with excitement. He 1ooked mournfu11y at her for amoment and then smi1ed naive1y.

"It is the first who1esome mea1 we have had in two days," he rep1ied.

"You don't mean it!"