to see her? I am afraid you will find her a regular little
chatter-box."

Mrs. Sinclair said not a word to Rod, in fact she had hardly noticed
him. He remained standing in the middle of the room after the others
had left, twirling his cap in his nervous hands. He wanted to see the
girl, too, but he had not been invited, and he felt indignant. He had
the first right to go, so he told himself, for he had helped to rescue
her. He thought of going out to the workshop and talking it all over
with the captain. He dismissed the idea, however, and perching himself
upon a chair, waited to see what would happen.

It seemed a long time to him before the others came out of the girl's
room, but in reality it was only a few minutes. There was a smile upon
the clergyman's face as he turned to the boy.

"You're the favoured one this morning, Rodney," he said. "The princess
wants to see you. She hasn't much use for us older people."

This was astonishing news to Rod, and his knees felt weak as he walked
across the floor, and entered the room. He paused when just inside,
and stared in amazement at the vision before him. There, lying upon a
little cot, was the most wonderful person he had ever beheld. Could it
be possible that this was the same girl he had seen all drenched with
water the day before? Her hair was flowing over the white pillow like
a shining stream of gold. At this moment it was touched by the sun
from the southeast window, which added much to the entrancing effect.
And then those eyes! They seemed to read him through and through. But
they were laughing eyes now, sparkling with interest and amusement.