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 *ple like, to write well—and to sell well?"

"Oh! Then I am not incognito to you?"

She laughed softly, and the sun-bonnet moved from side to side.

"No. You see, Maple Green is not so large that a new-comer can remain long a mystery."

"I see. I am sorry, though; I had hoped you would mistake me for a wandering Person of Importance, perchance even for a—a prince."

"No,"—she raised her face and observed him gravely for a long moment,—"no, I don't think I should have mistaken you for a prince."

"Oh, I say! Why not, now? Really, princes aren't so different from the rest of us."

"Perhaps, but—you don't look like a prince."