"oh, do be quick!" moaned kathleen.

"you may look," said the voice of the princess. and they looked. the room was not the same room, yet yes, the starry-vaulted blue ceiling was there, and below it half a dozen feet of the dark panelling, but below that the walls of the room blazed and sparkled with white and blue and red and green and gold and silver. shelves ran round the room, and on them were gold cups and silver dishes, and platters and goblets set with gems, ornaments of gold and silver, tiaras of diamonds, necklaces of rubies, strings of emeralds and pearls, all set out in unimaginable splendour against a background of faded blue velvet. it was like the crown jewels that you see when your kind uncle takes you to the tower, only there seemed to be far more jewels than you or anyone else has ever seen together at the tower or anywhere else.

the three children remained breathless, open-mouthed, staring at the sparkling splendours all about them, while the princess stood, her arm stretched out in a gesture of command, and a proud smile on her lips.

"my word!" said gerald, in a low whisper. but no one spoke out loud. they waited as if spellbound for the princess to speak.

she spoke.

"what price bread-and-cheese games now?" she asked triumphantly. "can i do magic, or can't i?"

"you can; oh, you can!" said kathleen.

"may we may we touch?" asked gerald.

"all that's mine is yours," said the princess, with a generous wave of her brown hand, and added quickly, "only, of course, you mustn't take anything away with you."

"we're not thieves!" said jimmy. the others were already turning over the wonderful things on the blue velvet shelves.

"perhaps not," said the princess, "but you're a very unbelieving little boy. you think i can't see inside you, but i can. i know what you've been thinking."

"what?" asked jimmy.

"oh, you know well enough," said the princess. "you're thinking about the bread and cheese that i changed into beef, and about your secret fault. i say, let's all dress up and you be princes and princesses too."

"to crown our hero," said gerald, lifting a gold crown with a cross on the top, "was the work of a moment." he put the crown on his head, and added a collar of ss and a zone of sparkling emeralds, which would not quite meet round his middle. he turned from fixing it by an ingenious adaptation of his belt to find the others already decked with diadems, necklaces, and rings.

"how splendid you look!" said the princess, "and how i wish your clothes were prettier. what ugly clothes people wear nowadays! a hundred years ago "

kathleen stood quite still with a diamond bracelet raised in her hand.

"i say," she said. "the king and queen?"

"what king and queen?" asked the princess.

"your father and mother," your sorrowing parents, said kathleen. "they'll have waked up by now. won't they be wanting to see you, after a hundred years, you know?"

"oh ah yes," said the princess slowly. "i embraced my rejoicing parents when i got the bread and cheese. they re having their dinner. they won't expect me yet. here," she added, hastily putting a ruby bracelet on kathleen's arm, "see how splendid that is!"

kathleen would have been quite content to go on all day trying on different jewels and looking at herself in the little silver-framed mirror that the princess took from one of the shelves, but the boys were soon weary of this amusement.

"look here," said gerald, "if you're sure your father and mother won't want you, let's go out and have a jolly good game of something. you could play besieged castles awfully well in that maze unless you can do any more magic tricks."

"you forget," said the princess, "i'm grown up. i don't play games.

and i don't like to do too much magic at a time, it's so tiring.

besides, it'll take us ever so long to put all these things back in

their proper places."

it did. the children would have laid the jewels just anywhere; but the princess showed them that every necklace, or ring, or bracelet had its own home on the velvet a slight hollowing in the shelf beneath, so that each stone fitted into its own little nest.

as kathleen was fitting the last shining ornament into its proper place, she saw that part of the shelf near it held, not bright jewels, but rings and brooches and chains, as well as queer things that she did not know the names of, and all were of dull metal and odd shapes.

"what's all this rubbish?" she asked.

"rubbish, indeed!" said the princess. "why those are all magic things! this bracelet anyone who wears it has got to speak the truth. this chain makes you as strong as ten men; if you wear this spur your horse will go a mile a minute; or if you're walking it's the same as seven-league boots."

"what does this brooch do?" asked kathleen, reaching out her hand. the princess caught her by the wrist.

"you mustn't touch," she said; "if anyone but me touches them all the magic goes out at once and never comes back. that brooch will give you any wish you like."

"and this ring?" jimmy pointed.

"oh, that makes you invisible."

"what's this?" asked gerald, showing a curious buckle.

"oh, that undoes the effect of all the other charms."

"do you mean really?" jimmy asked. "you're not just kidding?"

"kidding indeed!" repeated the princess scornfully. "i should have thought i'd shown you enough magic to prevent you speaking to a princess like that!"

"i say," said gerald, visibly excited. "you might show us how some of the things act. couldn't you give us each a wish?"

the princess did not at once answer. and the minds of the three played with granted wishes brilliant yet thoroughly reasonable the kind of wish that never seems to occur to people in fairy-tales when they suddenly get a chance to have their three wishes granted.

"no," said the princess suddenly, "no; i can't give wishes to you, it only gives me wishes. but i'll let you see the ring make me invisible. only you must shut your eyes while i do it."

they shut them.

"count fifty," said the princess, "and then you may look. and then you must shut them again, and count fifty, and i'll reappear."

gerald counted, aloud. through the counting one could hear a creaking, rustling sound.

"forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!" said gerald, and they opened their eyes.

they were alone in the room. the jewels had vanished and so had the princess.

"she's gone out by the door, of course," said jimmy, but the door was locked.

"that is magic," said kathleen breathlessly. "maskelyne and

devant can do that trick, said jimmy. "and i want my tea."

"your tea!" gerald's tone was full of contempt. "the lovely princess, he went on, "reappeared as soon as our hero had finished counting fifty. one, two, three, four ,"

gerald and kathleen had both closed their eyes. but somehow

jimmy hadn't. he didn't mean to cheat, he just forgot. and as

gerald's count reached twenty he saw a panel under the window

open slowly.

"her," he said to himself. "i knew it was a trick!" and at once shut his eyes, like an honourable little boy.

on the word "fifty" six eyes opened. and the panel was closed and there was no princess.

"she hasn't pulled it off this time," said gerald. "perhaps you'd better count again," said kathleen. "i believe there's a cupboard under the window," said jimmy, "and she's hidden in it. secret panel, you know."

"you looked! that's cheating," said the voice of the princess so close to his ear that he quite jumped.

"i didn't cheat."

"where on earth what ever ," said all three together. for still there was no princess to be seen.

"come back visible, princess dear," said kathleen. "shall we shut our eyes and count again?"

"don't be silly!" said the voice of the princess, and it sounded very cross.

"we're not silly," said jimmy, and his voice was cross too. "why can't you come back and have done with it? you know you're only hiding."

"don't!" said kathleen gently. "she is invisible, you know."

"so should i be if i got into the cupboard," said jimmy.

"oh yes," said the sneering tone of the princess, "you think yourselves very clever, i dare say. but i don't mind. we'll play that you can't see me, if you like."

"well, but we can't," said gerald. "it's no use getting in a wax. if you're hiding, as jimmy says, you'd better come out. if you've really turned invisible, you'd better make yourself visible again."

"do you really mean," asked a voice quite changed, but still the

princess's, "that you can't see me?"

"can't you see we can't?" asked jimmy rather unreasonably.

the sun was blazing in at the window; the eight-sided room was very hot, and everyone was getting cross.

"you can't see me?" there was the sound of a sob in the voice of the invisible princess.

"no, i tell you," said jimmy, "and i want my tea and "

what he was saying was broken off short, as one might break a stick of sealing wax. and then in the golden afternoon a really quite horrid thing happened: jimmy suddenly leaned backwards, then forwards, his eyes opened wide and his mouth too. backward and forward he went, very quickly and abruptly, then stood still.

"oh, he's in a fit! oh, jimmy, dear jimmy!" cried kathleen, hurrying to him. "what is it, dear, what is it?"

"it's not a fit," gasped jimmy angrily. "she shook me."

"yes, said the voice of the princess, "and i'll shake him again if he keeps on saying he can't see me."

"you'd better shake me," said gerald angrily. "i'm nearer your own size."

and instantly she did. but not for long. the moment gerald felt hands on his shoulders he put up his own and caught those other hands by the wrists. and there he was, holding wrists that he couldn't see. it was a dreadful sensation. an invisible kick made him wince, but he held tight to the wrists.

"cathy," he cried, "come and hold her legs; she's kicking me."

"where?" cried kathleen, anxious to help. "i don't see any legs."

"this is her hands i've got," cried gerald. "she is invisible right enough. get hold of this hand, and then you can feel your way down to her legs."

kathleen did so. i wish i could make you understand how very, very uncomfortable and frightening it is to feel, in broad daylight, hands and arms that you can't see.

"i won't have you hold my legs," said the invisible princess, struggling violently.

"what are you so cross about?" gerald was quite calm. "you said you'd be invisible and you are."

"i'm not."

"you are really. look in the glass."

"i'm not; i can't be."

"look in the glass," gerald repeated, quite unmoved.

"let go, then," she said.

gerald did, and the moment he had done so he found it impossible to believe that he really had been holding invisible hands.

"you're just pretending not to see me," said the princess anxiously, "aren't you? do say you are. you've had your joke with me. don't keep it up. i don't like it."

"on our sacred word of honour," said gerald, "you're still invisible.

there was a silence. then, "come," said the princess. "i'll let you out, and you can go. i'm tired of playing with you."

they followed her voice to the door, and through it, and along the little passage into the hall. no one said anything. everyone felt very uncomfortable.

"let's get out of this," whispered jimmy as they got to the end of the hall.

but the voice of the princess said: "come out this way; it's quicker.

i think you're perfectly hateful. i'm sorry i ever played with you.

mother always told me not to play with strange children."

a door abruptly opened, though no hand was seen to touch it.

"come through, can't you!" said the voice of the princess.

it was a little ante-room, with long, narrow mirrors between its long, narrow windows.

"good-bye, said gerald. "thanks for giving us such a jolly time.

let's part friends, he added, holding out his hand.

an unseen hand was slowly put in his, which closed on it, vice-like.

"now," he said, "you've jolly well got to look in the glass and own that we're not liars."

he led the invisible princess to. one of the mirrors, and held her in front of it by the shoulders.

"now," he said, "you just look for yourself." there was a silence, and then a cry of despair rang through the room.

"oh oh oh! i am invisible. whatever shall i do?"

"take the ring off," said kathleen, suddenly practical.

another silence.

"i can't!" cried the princess. "it won't come off. but it can't be the ring; rings don't make you invisible."

"you said this one did," said kathleen, "and it has."

"but it can't," said the princess. "i was only playing at magic. i just hid in the secret cupboard it was only a game. oh, whatever shall i do?"

"a game?" said gerald slowly; "but you can do magic the invisible jewels, and you made them come visible."

"oh, it's only a secret spring and the panelling slides up. oh, what am i to do?"

kathleen moved towards the voice and gropingly got her arms round a pink-silk waist that she couldn't see. invisible arms clasped her, a hot invisible cheek was laid against hers, and warm invisible tears lay wet between the two faces.

"don't cry, dear," said kathleen; "let me go and tell the king and

queen."

"the ?"