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Come over. I looked at her for a few seconds, then felt my knees grow weak. I sat down facing her and said, "You know, they're looking for you."

You might well wonder why I felt weak, even in those circumstances. Admittedly, it isn't every day you run across a Prince in your swimming pool but then I'd expected that, more or less. The weakness comes as a result of finding that the Prince is really a Princess.

(At least I think so from the looks of things. I myself had managed a convincing performance the night before, but even with Wendell's too- expert technical help, could not have managed the bathing suit trick. Especially the "accidental" clumsiness in adjusting the front.)

“Any special reason for picking our pool?” I asked casually, knowing the answer. Wendell, you see, also had a pool.

"It seemed the best way to meet you," she answered. "Although I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever return."

"You were waiting for me.” Not a question; a statement of fact.

"Of course. We didn't get to finish our conversation last evening."

"No I had a sudden appointment. You might say I had to catch the midnight pumpkin.”

"Oh!" she said suddenly, looking around her in surprise, “I must have forgotten it."

"What?"

"I was supposed to return your slipper."

"Louses up the whole script, doesn't it?”

"Not really I thought it was going a bit too far - but Wendy (WEN- DY???) practically insisted on it. Oh, well, if you'd like to walk me back to the house I'll give it to you." She stood up then and started toward the gate. "Also you might like an explanation.”

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That was putting it very mildly.

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