The princess, used to having information poured into her by many elderly but bespectacled gentlemen and ladies, was presently again enjoying her new part of dispenser of information.

Her cheeks were faintly flushed; and her eyes were sparkling in an animated face.
In these interrogations and discussions the time had slipped away unheeded by the interested trio.

The crimson baroness had awakened, missed her little charge, and waddled off into the house in search of her.

A slow search of the house and gardens revealed the fact that she was not in them.

As soon as this was clear the baroness fell into a panic and insisted that the whole household should sally forth in search of her.
The princess was earnestly engaged in an effort to make quite dear to the Twins the exact nature of one of the obscure kinds of German tartlet, a kind, indeed, only found in the principality of Cassel-Nassau, where the keen ears of the Terror caught the sound of a distant voice calling out.
He rose sharply to his feet and said: "Listen! There's some one calling.