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on
the outside than it is kicking one's toes off against an obdurate stone
wall from the inside. You can't blame him for fighting a bit."
"No--I suppose not," agreed the princess, miserably. "Gren is actually
happy over the miserable affair, Beverly. He is full of enthusiasm and
positively aching to be in Graustark--right in the thick of it all. To hear
him talk, one would think that Prince Gabriel has no show at all. He
kept me up till four o'clock this morning telling me that Dawsbergen
didn't know what kind of a snag it was going up against. I have a vague
idea what he means by that; his manner did not leave much room for
doubt. He also said that we would jolt Dawsbergen off the map. It
sounds encouraging, at least, doesn't it?"

"It sounds very funny for you to say those things," admitted Beverly,
"even though they come secondhand. You were not cut out for slang."
"Why, I'm sure they are all good English words," remonstrated Yetive.
"Oh, dear, I wonder what they are doing in Graustark this very instant.
Are they fighting or--"
"No; they are merely talking. Don't you know, dear, that there is never
a fight until both sides have talked themselves out of breath? We shall
have six months of talk and a week or two of fight, just as they always
do nowadays."
"Oh, you Americans have such a comfortable way of looking at
things," cried the princess. "Don't you ever see the serious side of life?"
"My dear, the American always lets the other fellow see the serious
side of life," said Beverly.
"You wouldn't be so optimistic if a country much bigger and more
powerful than America happened to be the other fellow."
"It did sound frightfully boastful, didn't it? It's the way we've been
brought up, I reckon,--even we southerners who know what it is to be
whipped. The idea of a girl like me talking about war and trouble and
all that! It's absurd, isn't it?"
"Nevertheless, I wish I could see things through those dear gray eyes of
yours. Oh, how I'd like to have you with me through all the months that
are to come. You would be such a help to me--such a joy. Nothing
would seem so hard if you were there to make me see things through
your brave American eyes." The princess put her arms about Beverly's
neck and drew her close.
"But Mr. Lorry possesses an excellent pair of American eyes,"
protested Miss Beverly, loyally and very happily.
"I know, dear, but they are a man's eyes. Somehow, there is a
difference, you know. I wouldn't dare cry when he was looking, but I

could boo-hoo all day if you were there to comfort me. He thinks I am
very brave--and I'm not," she confessed, dismally.
"Oh, I'm an awful coward," explained Beverly, consolingly. "I think
you are the bravest girl in all the world," she added. "Don't you
remember what you did at--" and then she recalled the stories that had
come from Graustark ahead of the bridal party two years before. Yetive
was finally obliged to place her hand on the enthusiastic visitor's lips.
"Peace," she cried, blushing. "You make me feel like a--a--what is it
you call her--a dime-novel heroine?"
"A yellow-back girl? Never!" exclaimed Beverly, severely.
Visitors of importance in administration circles came at this moment
and the princess could not refuse to see them. Beverly Calhoun
reluctantly departed, but not until after giving a promise to accompany
the Lorrys to the railway station.
* * * * *
The trunks had gone to be checked, and the household was quieter than
it had been in many days. There was an air of depression about the
place that had its inception in the room upstairs where sober-faced
Halkins served dinner for a not over-talkative young couple.
"It will be all right, dearest," said Lorry, divining his wife's thoughts as
she sat staring rather soberly straight ahead of her, "Just as soon as we
get to Edelweiss, the whole affair will look so simple that we can laugh
at the fears of to-day. You see, we are a long way off just now."
"I am only afraid of what may happen before we get there, Gren," she
said, simply. He leaned over and kissed her hand, smiling at the
emphasis she unconsciously placed on the pronoun.
Beverly Calhoun was announced just before coffee was served, and a
moment later was in the room. She stopped just inside the door, clicked
her little heels together and gravely brought her hand to "salute." Her

eyes were sparkling and her lips trembled with suppressed excitement.
"I think I can report to you in Edelweiss next month, general," she
announced, with soldierly dignity.