At once she cried resentfully: "How could I possibly tell it was the sunbonnet which made him think I was the princess?
He never asked me who I was.

He just shouted once and ran after me.

I was hurrying home to get some salad oil and get back to the knoll by lunch." "Yes, you would run all the way," said Mrs.Dangerfield patiently.
"Well, you'd have run, too, Mum, with a foreigner running after you! Just look at that mustache! It would frighten anybody!" cried Erebus in the tone of one deeply aggrieved by unjust injurious suspicions.
"Yes, I see," said her mother with undiminished patience.
She invited the count to come in and rest and get cool; and she allayed his fine thirst with a long and very grateful whisky and soda.

He explained to her at length, three times, how he had come to mistake Erebus for the flying princess, for he was exceedingly anxious not to appear foolish in the eyes of such a pretty woman.

Erebus left them together; she made a point of taking a small bottle of salad oil to the knoll.