"
"What a pity!"
"Yes, and his mamma wasn't there, and the milk drownded him. And I hope
he will remember it as long as he lives, and never do so any more.
Wasn't that a good story?"
"It was a very good story."
"Did it make you feel better?"
"A great deal better; and now I will tell you a story."
"Oh, goody!"
Flora brushed the curls back from her face and prepared to listen.
"Once upon a time," said mamma.
"Long ago?"
"Not so very long ago."
"Much as a week?"
"Oh, no; not so much as a week. We will say about two days."
"Well."
"Once upon a time--"
"About two days ago?"
"Yes, dear. In a little white palace no larger than this house, there
lived a king and a queen, a tall princess and a little princess."
"Oh oo!" said Flora.
"And the king could not always remain in the pretty palace, because it
was necessary for him to go abroad to provide food and clothing for his
family. The queen, the tall princess and the little princess, were his
family."
"Yes," said Flora.
"And the tall princess could not always stay in the palace, because she
expected to be a queen herself some day, and her mamma--I mean the
queen--wanted her to be a wise one; so she sent her away to school every
morning. But the queen and the little princess stayed in the palace, and
it often happened that they were left at home together."
"Just like us."
"Yes, dear. The princess used to run about and play out of doors like
other little girls when the weather was pleasant, and when it was not
she amused herself in doors with her toys and her pets.
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