Mebbe--" Gray broke in with a laugh.

"There! You've spoiled the play.

The duke has fled." Mrs.Briskow's wrinkled face beamed.

"Think of a gre't big man like you playin' 'pretend' with a foolish old woman like me! I thought you had more sense." "I live in my own land of 'pretend,' just as you do.

Why, I have a real princess of my own." "Honest ?" Gray nodded.