"H'm!" she said after I had finished; "what sort of looking chap?"
When I had described him, she sat silent at least a third of a minute,
establishing for herself a new record. Then she said:--
"Princess, I'll have to take back every word I said yesterday about
letting you off from being interviewed. I agreed to wait, but it's up to
you. Every rag in town'll have some kind of feature about you next Sunday,
and you wouldn't ask me to see the _Star_ beaten? You'd better come
right now to the _Star_ photographer, or--see last night's papers?--
you'll wish you'd never been born. I tell you the situation's out of my
control."
"Well, come on then, before Aunt Frank gets back."
So we started out again. The sun and air made me so drunken with pure joy
of living that I didn't mind the scolding sure to follow--though it
certainly has proved an annoyance ever since to have Aunt's fidgetty
oversight of me redoubled, and to be shut up, as I have been, closer than
ever, like a Princess in a fairy book, just as my splendid triumphs were
beginning.
Worst of all, almost, Mrs. Baker told the tale of my misdeeds to John.
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