had longed to see. There among the mail sacks, covered in a nest of strange blankets and comforters, she had lain asleep until wakened by the voices around her.
Fritz stared at her with eyes that bulged behind his spectacles.
“Gott in Himmel!” he shouted. “How did you get in that wagon? Am I going crazy as well as to be murdered and hanged by robbers this day?”
“You brought her to us, Fritz,” cried Frau Hildesmuller. “How can we ever thank you enough?”
“Tell mamma how you came in Fritz’s wagon,” said Frau Hildesmuller.
“I don’t know,” said Lena. “But I know how I got away from the hotel. The Prince brought me.”
“By the Emperor’s crown!” shouted Fritz, “we are all going crazy.”
“I always knew he would come,” said Lena, sitting down on her bundle of bedclothes on the sidewalk. “Last night he came with his armed knights and captured the ogre’s castle. They broke the dishes and kicked down the doors. They pitched Mr. Maloney into a barrel of rain water and threw flour all over Mrs. Maloney. The workmen in the hotel jumped out of the windows and ran into the woods when the knights began firing their guns. They wakened me up and I peeped down the stair. And then the Prince came up and wrapped me in the bedclothes and carried me out. He was so tall and strong and fine. His face
