"I cannot think of you as the greatest and richest princess in Europe." "Ah, I wish I, too, could forget it, but I can't," she answered with a sigh, glancing from under her preposterously long lashes toward Max and Twonette.
"How came you to take the name Yolanda ?" I asked.
"Grandfather wished to give me the name in baptism," she answered, "but Mary fell to my lot.

I like the present arrangement.

Mary is the name of the princess--the unhappy, faulty princess.

Yolanda is my name.

Almost every happy hour I have ever spent has been as Yolanda.