She murmured, rather than
sang:
"'A pair of lovesick maidens we.'"
"One, if you please," interrupted Dorothy.
"'Lovesick all against our will-- '"
"Only one."
"'Twenty years hence we shan't be
A pair of lovesick maidens still.'"
"I am pleased to note," said Dorothy demurely, "that the letter
written by the Prince to your father has brought you back to the
Gilbert and Sullivan plane again, although in this fairy glen you
should quote from Iolanthe rather than from Patience."
"Yes, Dot, this spot might do for a cove in the 'Pirates of Penzance,'
only we're too far from the sea. But, to return to the matter in hand,
I don't think there will be any need to send that cablegram. I don't
like the idea of a cablegram, anyhow. I will return to the hotel, and
dictate to my frivolous father a serious composition quite as stately
and formal as that received from the Prince. He will address it and
seal it, and then if you are kind enough to enclose it in the next
letter you send to Lieutenant Drummond, it will be sure to reach Jack
Lamont ultimately."
Dorothy sprang from the hammock to the ground.
"Oh," she cried eagerly, "I'll go into the hotel with you and write my
letter at once."
Katherine smiled, took her by the arm, and said:
"You're a dear girl, Dorothy. I'll race you to the hotel, as soon as
we are through this thicket."
CHAPTER IX
IN RUSSIA
THE next letter Dorothy received bore Russian stamps, and was dated at
the black-smith's shop, Bolshoi Prospect, St.
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