She wondered why Leslie had not
remained. The shrubbery hid her, but she could see them plainly.
She saw Inez lay her hand upon Vivian's arm.
"Oh, I WISH they'd make up," whispered Princess Polly.
Then something soft rubbed against her ankles.
"Oh, darling Sir Mortimer!" she whispered, "they are ALMOST making up!"
She peeped again, daintily holding back her skirts.
"They're not smiling yet," she said softly.
"I guess we won't wait," she whispered, as she stooped to take the big
cat in her arms.
"Keep still, Mortimer," she said, "I'm going to whisper right in your
ear. I LIKE them all, but I LOVE Rose."
Sir Mortimer rubbed his soft head against Polly's pink cheek.
"That means that you do, too," said Polly.
CHAPTER II
A LITTLE HERO
"Tell us a story," said Lena Lindsey, and her brother echoed her words.
"Oh, Rob, what shall I tell? Lena wants a fairy tale, and you wouldn't
like that; boys never do," said Polly.
"Oh, yes he would," Lena said quickly, "if it's about knights, and
princes, like the one you told the other day."
"That's it," agreed Rob, "tell us one about somebody who goes out to
seek his fortune."
Princess Polly dearly loved fairy tales, and on stormy days, with Sir
Mortimer purring in her lap, would sit for hours reading stories of
elves, and dwarfs, of splendor and enchantment.
Then, on sunny days she would tell them to her playmates, and often she
spun them from her own imaginings.
"Tell us one you made up!" the children often said.
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