"What do you want?" said Philip severely.
"I want to laugh," said the motor lady. "I want to laugh at _you_. And I"m going to."
"Well go and laugh somewhere else then," Philip suggested.
"Ah! but this is where I want to laugh. You and your carpet! You"ll never do it. You don"t know how. But _I_ do."
"Come away," whispered Lucy, and they went. The Pretenderette followed slowly. Outside, a couple of Dutch dolls in check suits were pa.s.sing, arm in arm.
"Help!" cried Lucy suddenly, and the Dutch dolls paused and took their hats off.
"What is it?" the taller doll asked, stroking his black painted moustache.
"Mr. Noah said all citizens were bound to help us," said Lucy a little breathlessly.
"But of course," said the shorter doll, bowing with stiff courtesy.
"Then," said Lucy, "will you _please_ take that motor person away and put her somewhere where she can"t bother till we"ve done the carpet?"
"Delighted," exclaimed the agreeable Dutch strangers, darted up the steps and next moment emerged with the form of the Pretenderette between them, struggling indeed, but struggling vainly.
"You need not have the slightest further anxiety," the taller Dutchman said; "dismiss the incident from your mind. We will take her to the hall of justice. Her offence is bothering people in pursuit of their duty.
The sentence is imprisonment for as long as the botheree chooses.
Good-morning."
"Oh, _thank you_!" said both the children together.
When they were alone, Philip said--and it was not easy to say it:
"That was jolly clever of you, Lucy. I should never have thought of it."
"Oh, that"s nothing," said Lucy, looking down. "I could do more than that."
"What?" he asked.
"I could unravel the carpet," said Lucy, with deep solemnity.
"But it"s me that"s got to do it," Philip urged.
"Every citizen is bound to help, if called in," Lucy reminded him. "And I suppose a princess _is_ a citizen."
"Perhaps I can do it by myself," said Philip.
"Try," said Lucy, and sat down on the steps, her fairy skirts spreading out round her like a white double hollyhock.
He tried. He went back and looked at the great coa.r.s.e cables of the carpet. He could see no end to the cables, no beginning to his task. And Lucy just went on sitting there like a white hollyhock. And time went on, and presently became, rather urgently, dinner-time.
So he went back to Lucy and said:
"All right, you can show me how to do it, if you like."
But Lucy replied:
"Not much! If you want me to help you with _this_, you"ll have to promise to let me help in all the other things. And you"ll have to _ask_ me to help--ask me politely too."
"I shan"t then," said Philip. But in the end he had to--politely also.
"With pleasure," said Lucy, the moment he asked her, and he could see she had been making up what she should answer, while he was making up his mind to ask. "I shall be delighted to help you in this and all the other tasks. Say yes."
"Yes," said Philip, who was very hungry.
""In this and all the other tasks" say."
"In this and all the other tasks," he said. "Go on. How can we do it?"
"It"s _crochet_," Lucy giggled. "It"s a little crochet mat I"d made of red wool; and I put it in the hall that night. You"ve just got to find the end and pull, and it all comes undone. You just want to find the end and pull."
"It"s too heavy for us to pull."
"Well," said Lucy, who had certainly had time to think everything out, "you get one of those twisty round things they pull boats out of the sea with, and I"ll find the end while you"re getting it."
She ran up the steps and Philip looked round the buildings on the other three sides of the square, to see if any one of them looked like a capstan shop, for he understood, as of course you also have done, that a capstan was what Lucy meant.
On a building almost opposite he read, "Naval Necessaries Supply Company," and he ran across to it.
"Rather," said the secretary of the company, a plump sailor-doll, when Philip had explained his needs. "I"ll send a dozen men over at once.
Only too proud to help, Sir Philip. The navy is always keen on helping valour and beauty."
"I want to be brave," said Philip, "but I"d rather not be beautiful."
"Of course not," said the secretary; and added surprisingly, "I meant the Lady Lucy."
"Oh!" said Philip.
So twelve bluejackets and a capstan outside the Hall of Public Amus.e.m.e.nts were soon the centre of a cheering crowd. Lucy had found the end of the rope, and two sailors dragged it out and attached it to the capstan, and then--round and round with a will and a breathless chanty--the carpet was swiftly unravelled. Dozens of eager helpers stood on the parts of the carpet which were not being unravelled, to keep it steady while the pulling went on.
The news of Philip"s success spread like wild-fire through the city, and the crowds gathered thicker and thicker. The great doors beyond the pillars with the birds on them were thrown open, and Mr. Noah and the princ.i.p.al citizens stood there to see the end of the unravelling.
"Bravo!" said every one in tremendous enthusiasm. "Bravo! Sir Philip."
"It wasn"t me," said Philip difficultly, when the crowd paused for breath; "it was Lucy thought of it."
"Bravo! Bravo!" shouted the crowd louder than ever. "Bravo, for the Lady Lucy! Bravo for Sir Philip, the modest truth-teller!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: So, all down the wide clear floor, Lucy danced.]
"Bravo, my dear," said Mr. Noah, waving his hat and thumping Lucy on the back.
"I"m awfully glad I thought of it," she said; "that makes two deeds Sir Philip"s done, doesn"t it? Two out of the seven."