I thought it was the grandest thing I had ever seen in my life, and I told her so.

She gathered me close and whispered: "Tell me something, Little Sister, please." The minx! She knew I thought that a far finer title than hers.
"Would Laddie care ?" I questioned.
"Not in the least!" "Well then, I will." "Can Laddie spell 'Terra del Fuego ?'" she whispered.
I nodded.
"Are you sure ?" "I have heard him do it over and over for father." The Princess forgot I was so sick, forgot her horse, forgot everything.
She threw her head back and her hands up, until her horse stopped in answer to the loosened line, and she laughed and laughed.

She laughed until peal on peal re-echoed from our Big Woods clear across the west eighty.

She laughed until her ringing notes set my slow pulses on fire, and started my numbed brain in one last effort.

I stood up and took her lovely face between my palms, turning it until I could see whether the thought that had come to me showed in her eyes, and it did.
"Oh you darling, splendid Princess!" I cried.