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The despairing eyes of the Terror swept the woods; then he kissed her gingerly.
"I am fond of you, you know," said the princess in a frankly proprietary tone.
The Terror's scattered wits at last worked. He rose to his feet, and said quickly:
"Yes; let's be getting to the others."
The princess rose obediently.
But the ice was broken; and the kisses of the princess, if not frequent, were, at any rate, not rare. The Terror at first endured them; then he came rather to like them. But he strictly enjoined discretion on her; it would never do for Erebus to learn that she kissed him. The princess had no desire that Erebus, or any one else for that matter, should learn; but discretion and kisses have no natural affinity; and, without their knowing it, Wiggins became aware of the practise.
He had always observed that the Twins had no secrets from each other; and he never dreamed that he was letting an uncommonly awkward cat out of a bag when during a lull in the strenuous life, he said to Erebus:
"I suppose the Terror's in love with the prin-