"I don't know, Mum," said Woggs. Belvane gave it up. The whole morning was going wrong anyhow. "Come here, child," she sighed, "and listen. You have been a very naughty girl, but I'm going to let you off this time, and in return I've something you are going to do for me." "Yes, Mum," said Woggs. Belvane barely shuddered now. A sudden brilliant plan had come to her. "Her Royal Highness is about to review her Army of Amazons. It is a sudden idea of her Royal Highness's, and it comes at an unfortunate moment, for it so happens that the Army is--er----" _What_ was the Army doing? Ah, yes--"manoeuvring in a distant part of the country. But we must not disappoint her Royal Highness. What then shall we do, Woggs?" "I don't know, Mum," said Woggs stolidly. Not having expected any real assistance from her, the Countess went on, "I will tell you. You see yonder tree? Armed to the teeth _you_ will march round and round it, giving the impression to one on this side of a large army passing. For this you will be rewarded. Here is----" She felt in the bag she carried. "No, on second thoughts I will owe it to you. Now you quite understand?" "Yes, Mum," said Woggs. "Very well, then. Run along to the Palace and get a sword and a helmet and a bow and an arrow and an--an arrow and anything you like, and then come back here and wait behind those bushes. When I clap my hands the army will begin to march." Woggs curtsied and ran off. It is probable that at this point the Countess would have resumed her soliloquy, but we shall never know, for the next moment the Princess and her Court were seen approaching from the other end of the glade. Belvane advanced to meet them. "Good morning, your Royal Highness," she said, "a beautiful day, is it not?" "Beautiful, Countess." With the Court at her back, Hyacinth for the moment was less nervous than usual, but almost at the first words of the Countess she felt her self-confidence oozing from her. Did I say I was like this with my publishers? And Roger's dragged-in Uncle----one can't
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