Doctor Arbuthnot undertook to arrange the matter.
The disappointed princess informed the Twins of the election of Wiggins; and they cheered her by reporting favorably on the qualifications of their friend, though Erebus said somewhat sadly: "Of course, he'll insist on being an Indian chief and scalping you; he always does.

But you mustn't mind that." The princess thought that she would not mind it; it would at any rate be a change from listening monotonously to the snores of the baroness.
The Twins found it much more difficult to comfort and cheer their fair-haired, freckled, but infuriated friend.

Not only was his reluctance to don the immaculate morning dress of an English young gentleman for the delectation of foreign princesses every whit as sincere as their own, but he felt the invitation to play with a little girl far more insulting than they would have done.

They did their best to soothe him and make things pleasant for the princess, pointing out to him the richness of the teas he would assuredly enjoy, and impressing on him the fact that he would be performing a noble charitable action.
"Yes; that's all very well," said Wiggins gloomily.

"But I've been seeing ever such a little of you lately in the afternoons; and now I shall see less than ever." Naturally, he was at first somewhat stiff with the princess; but the stiffness did not last; they became very good active friends; and he scalped her with gratifying frequency.