Hohenwalds, and so near them that she had to speak in a
whisper. To avoid doing this Miss Morris asked Carlton for a
pencil, and scribbled with it in the novel she held on her
lap. Then she passed them both back to him, and said, aloud:
"Have you read this? It has such a pretty dedication." The
dedication read, "Which is Aline?" And Carlton, taking the
pencil in his turn, made a rapid sketch of her on the
fly-leaf, and wrote beneath it: "This is she. Do you wonder
I travelled four thousand miles to see her?"

Miss Morris took the book again, and glanced at the sketch,
and then at the three Princesses, and nodded her head.
"It is very beautiful," she said, gravely, looking out at the
passing landscape.

"Well, not beautiful exactly," answered Carlton, surveying the
hills critically, "but certainly very attractive. It is worth
travelling a long way to see, and I should think one would
grow very fond of it."

Miss Morris tore the fly-leaf out of the book, and slipped it
between the pages. "May I keep it?" she said. Carlton nodded.
nodded. "And will you sign it?" she asked, smiling. Carlton shrugged
his shoulders, and laughed. "If you wish it," he answered.

The Princess wore a gray cheviot travelling dress, as did her
sisters, and a gray Alpine hat. She was leaning back, talking
to the English captain who accompanied them, and laughing.
Carlton thought he had never seen a woman who appealed so
strongly to every taste of which he was possessed. She seemed