The princess bent over the parchment, watching our mighty "t" while the ink was drying, but the process was too slow for her, so she filled her cheeks and breathed upon the writing.

The color returned to her face while I watched her, and I felt that committing a forgery was a small price to pay for witnessing so beautiful a sight.

Yolanda's breath soon dried the ink, and then we examined my work.

I had performed wonders.
The keenest eye could not detect the alteration.

Yolanda, as usual, sprang from the deepest purgatory of trouble to the seventh heaven of joy.