After the journey and the excitement she was not long falling into a dreamless sleep.
When she awoke next morning, she found the Terror gone to fetch milk.
Erebus conducted her down to the pool for her morning bath.

The princess did not like it (she had had no experience of cold baths) but under the eye of Erebus she could not shrink; and in she went.

She came out shivering, but Erebus helped rub her to a warm glow, and she came to breakfast with such an appetite as she had never before in her life enjoyed.
The knoll was indeed the ideal camping-ground for the romantic; the caves with which it was honeycombed lent themselves to a score of games of adventure; and the princess soon found that she had been called to an active life.

It began directly after breakfast with dish-washing; after that she was breathless for an hour in two excited games both of which meant running through the caves and round and over the knoll as hard as you could run and at short intervals yelling as loud as you could yell.

After this they put on their bathing-dresses and disported themselves in the pool till it was time to set about the serious business of cooking the dinner, which they took soon after one o'clock.
The Terror kept a careful and protective eye on the princess, helping her, for the most part vigorously, to cover the ground at the required speed.