Dropping a soft kiss on her mother's pink cheek, Grace accepted Tom's hand and stepped into the tonneau of the waiting automobile.
"Whither away, good prince ?" she called mischievously to Tom as the machine glided down the street.
"That's a secret, curious princess.

Wait and you will see," flung back Tom teasingly.
"Of course I'm curious," calmly admitted Grace, as she settled back in her seat.

"Who wouldn't be?
I wouldn't have let you tell me, though, if you had tried.

I am quite ready to wait and see what happens." Nevertheless, as they spun along the smooth road in the summer sunshine, Grace cast more than one speculative glance about her, trying to glean some faint hint of their destination.

Although conversation went on briskly between herself and her Fairy Godmother, her keen eyes lost no detail that might possibly furnish her with a clue.
"We'll have to leave the car here and walk a little way," announced Tom, when half an hour later, after traveling the highway that skirted Upton Wood, he slowed down in a shady spot on the other side of the short stretch of forest.
"Very well," came Mrs.Gray's placid voice from the tonneau.