ROMANCE. FROM THE PEN OF MISS ALICE RAINBIRD {258}
THERE was once a king, and he had a queen; and he was the manliest of his
sex, and she was the loveliest of hers. The king was, in his private
profession, under government. The queen’s father had been a medical man
out of town.
They had nineteen children, and were always having more. Seventeen of
these children took care of the baby; and Alicia, the eldest, took care
of them all. Their ages varied from seven years to seven months.
Let us now resume our story.
One day the king was going to the office, when he stopped at the
fishmonger’s to buy a pound and a half of salmon not too near the tail,
which the queen (who was a careful housekeeper) had requested him to send
home. Mr. Pickles, the fishmonger, said, ‘Certainly, sir; is there any
other article? Good-morning.’
The king went on towards the office in a melancholy mood; for quarter-day
was such a long way off, and several of the dear children were growing
out of their clothes. He had not proceeded far, when Mr. Pickles’s
errand-boy came running after him, and said, ‘Sir, you didn’t notice the
old lady in our shop.’
‘What old lady?’ inquired the king. ‘I saw none.’
Now the king had not seen any old lady, because this old lady had been
invisible to him, though visible to Mr. Pickles’s boy. Probably because
he messed and splashed the water about to that degree, and flopped the
pairs of soles down in that violent manner, that, if she had not been
visible to him, he would have spoilt her clothes.
Just then the old lady came trotting up. She was dressed in shot-silk of
the richest quality, smelling of dried lavender.
‘King Watkins the First, I believe?’ said the old lady.
‘Watkins,’ replied the king, ‘is my name.’
‘Papa, if I am not mistaken, of the beautiful Princess Alicia?’ said the
old lady.
‘And of eighteen other darlings,’ replied the king.
‘Listen. You are going to the office,’ said the old lady.
It instantly flashed upon the king that she must be a fairy, or how could
she know that?
‘You are right,’ said the old lady, answering his thoughts. ‘I am the
good Fairy Grandmarina. Attend! When you return home to dinner,
politely invite the Princess Alicia to have some of the salmon you bought
just now.’
‘It may disagree with her,’ said the king.
The old lady became so very angry at this absurd idea, that the king was
quite alarmed, and humbly begged her pardon.
‘We hear a great deal too much about this thing disagreeing, and that
thing disagreeing,’ said the old lady, with the greatest contempt it was
possible to express. ‘Don’t be greedy. I think you want it all
yourself.’
The king hung his head under this reproof, and said he wouldn’t talk
about things disagreeing any more.
‘Be good, then,’ said the Fairy Grandmarina, ‘and don’t. When the
beautiful Princess Alicia consents to partake of the salmon,—as I think
she will,—you will find she will leave a fish-bone on her plate. Tell
her to dry it, and to rub it, and to polish it till it shines like
mother-of-pearl, and to take care of it as a present from me.’
‘Is that all?’ asked the king.
‘Don’t be impatient, sir,’ returned the Fairy Grandmarina, scolding him
severely. ‘Don’t catch people short, before they have done speaking.
Just the way with you grown-up persons. You are always doing it.’
The king again hung his head, and said he wouldn’t do so any more.
‘Be good, then,’ said the Fairy Grandmarina, ‘and don’t! Tell the
Princess Alicia, with my love, that the fish-bone is a magic present
which can only be used once; but that it will bring her, that once,
whatever she wishes for, PROVIDED SHE WISHES FOR IT AT THE RIGHT TIME.
That is the message. Take care of it.’
The king was beginning, ‘Might I ask the reason?’ when the fairy became
absolutely furious.
‘_Will_ you be good, sir?’ she exclaimed, stamping her foot on the
ground. ‘The reason for this, and the reason for that, indeed! You are
always wanting the reason. No reason. There! Hoity toity me! I am
sick of your grown-up reasons.’
The king was extremely frightened by the old lady’s flying into such a
passion, and said he was very sorry to have offended her, and he wouldn’t
ask for reasons any more.
‘Be good, then,’ said the old lady, ‘and don’t!’
With those words, Grandmarina vanished, and the king went on and on and
on, till he came to the office. There he wrote and wrote and wrote, till
it was time to go home again. Then he politely invited the Princess
Alicia, as the fairy had directed him, to partake of the salmon. And
when she had enjoyed it very much, he saw the fish-bone on her plate, as
the fairy had told him he would, and he delivered the fairy’s message,
and the Princess Alicia took care to dry the bone, and to rub it, and to
polish it, till it shone like mother-of-pearl.
And so, when the queen was going to get up in the morning, she said, ‘O,
dear me, dear me; my head, my head!’ and then she fainted away.
The Princess Alicia, who happened to be looking in at the chamber-door,
asking about breakfast, was very much alarmed when she saw her royal
mamma in this state, and she rang the bell for Peggy, which was the name
of the lord chamberlain. But remembering where the smelling-bottle was,
she climbed on a chair and got it; and after that she climbed on another
chair by the bedside, and held the smelling-bottle to the queen’s nose;
and after that she jumped down and got some water; and after that she
jumped up again and wetted the queen’s forehead; and, in short, when the
lord chamberlain came in, that dear old woman said to the little
princess, ‘What a trot you are! I couldn’t have done it better myself!’
But that was not the worst of the good queen’s illness. O, no! She was
very ill indeed, for a long time. The Princess Alicia kept the seventeen
young princes and princesses quiet, and dressed and undressed and danced
the baby, and made the kettle boil, and heated the soup, and swept the
hearth, and poured out the medicine, and nursed the queen, and did all
that ever she could, and was as busy, busy, busy as busy could be; for
there were not many servants at that palace for three reasons: because
the king was short of money, because a rise in his office never seemed to
come, and because quarter-day was so far off that it looked almost as far
off and as little as one of the stars.
But on the morning when the queen fainted away, where was the magic
fish-bone? Why, there it was in the Princess Alicia’s pocket! She had
almost taken it out to bring the queen to life again, when she put it
back, and looked for the smelling-bottle.
After the queen had come out of her swoon that morning, and was dozing,
the Princess Alicia hurried up-stairs to tell a most particular secret to
a most particularly confidential friend of hers, who was a duchess.
People did suppose her to be a doll; but she was really a duchess, though
nobody knew it except the princess.
This most particular secret was the secret about the magic fish-bone, the
history of which was well known to the duchess, because the princess told
her everything. The princess kneeled down by the bed on which the
duchess was lying, full-dressed and wide awake, and whispered the secret
to her. The duchess smiled and nodded. People might have supposed that
she never smiled and nodded; but she often did, though nobody knew it
except the princess.
Then the Princess Alicia hurried down-stairs again, to keep watch in the
queen’s room. She often kept watch by herself in the queen’s room; but
every evening, while the illness lasted, she sat there watching with the
king. And every evening the king sat looking at her with a cross look,
wondering why she never brought out the magic fish-bone. As often as she
noticed this, she ran up-stairs, whispered the secret to the duchess over
again, and said to the duchess besides, ‘They think we children never
have a reason or a meaning!’ And the duchess, though the most
fashionable duchess that ever was heard of, winked her eye.
‘Alicia,’ said the king, one evening, when she wished him good-night.
‘Yes, papa.’
‘What is become of the magic fish-bone?’
‘In my pocket, papa!’
‘I thought you had lost it?’
‘O, no, papa!’
‘Or forgotten it?’
‘No, indeed, papa.’
And so another time the dreadful little snapping pug-dog, next door, made
a rush at one of the young princes as he stood on the steps coming home
from school, and terrified him out of his wits; and he put his hand
through a pane of glass, and bled, bled, bled. When the seventeen other
young princes and princesses saw him bleed, bleed, bleed, they were
terrified out of their wits too, and screamed themselves black in their
seventeen faces all at once. But the Princess Alicia put her hands over
all their seventeen mouths, one after another, and persuaded them to be
quiet because of the sick queen. And then she put the wounded prince’s
hand in a basin of fresh cold water, while they stared with their twice
seventeen are thirty-four, put down four and carry three, eyes, and then
she looked in the hand for bits of glass, and there were fortunately no
bits of glass there. And then she said to two chubby-legged princes, who
were sturdy though small, ‘Bring me in the royal rag-bag: I must snip and
stitch and cut and contrive.’ So these two young princes tugged at the
royal rag-bag, and lugged it in; and the Princess Alicia sat down on the
floor, with a large pair of scissors and a needle and thread, and snipped
and stitched and cut and contrived, and made a bandage, and put it on,
and it fitted beautifully; and so when it was all done, she saw the king
her papa looking on by the door.
‘Alicia.’
‘Yes, papa.’
‘What have you been doing?’
‘Snipping, stitching, cutting, and contriving, papa.’
‘Where is the magic fish-bone?’
‘In my pocket, papa.’
‘I thought you had lost it?’
‘O, no, papa.’
‘Or forgotten it?’
‘No, indeed, papa.’
After that, she ran up-stairs to the duchess, and told her what had
passed, and told her the secret over again; and the duchess shook her
flaxen curls, and laughed with her rosy lips.
Well! and so another time the baby fell under the grate. The seventeen
young princes and princesses were used to it; for they were almost always
falling under the grate or down the stairs; but the baby was not used to
it yet, and it gave him a swelled face and a black eye. The way the poor
little darling came to tumble was, that he was out of the Princess
Alicia’s lap just as she was sitting, in a great coarse apron that quite
smothered her, in front of the kitchen-fire, beginning to peel the
turnips for the broth for dinner; and the way she came to be doing that
was, that the king’s cook had run away that morning with her own true
love, who was a very tall but very tipsy soldier. Then the seventeen
young princes and princesses, who cried at everything that happened,
cried and roared. But the Princess Alicia (who couldn’t help crying a
little herself) quietly called to them to be still, on account of not
throwing back the queen up-stairs, who was fast getting well, and said,
‘Hold your tongues, you wicked little monkeys, every one of you, while I
examine baby!’ Then she examined baby, and found that he hadn’t broken
anything; and she held cold iron to his poor dear eye, and smoothed his
poor dear face, and he presently fell asleep in her arms. Then she said
to the seventeen princes and princesses, ‘I am afraid to let him down
yet, lest he should wake and feel pain; be good, and you shall all be
cooks.’ They jumped for joy when they heard that, and began making
themselves cooks’ caps out of old newspapers. So to one she gave the
salt-box, and to one she gave the barley, and to one she gave the herbs,
and to one she gave the turnips, and to one she gave the carrots, and to
one she gave the onions, and to one she gave the spice-box, till they
were all cooks, and all running about at work, she sitting in the middle,
smothered in the great coarse apron, nursing baby. By and by the broth
was done; and the baby woke up, smiling, like an angel, and was trusted
to the sedatest princess to hold, while the other princes and princesses
were squeezed into a far-off corner to look at the Princess Alicia
turning out the saucepanful of broth, for fear (as they were always
getting into trouble) they should get splashed and scalded. When the
broth came tumbling out, steaming beautifully, and smelling like a
nosegay good to eat, they clapped their hands. That made the baby clap
his hands; and that, and his looking as if he had a comic toothache, made
all the princes and princesses laugh. So the Princess Alicia said,
‘Laugh and be good; and after dinner we will make him a nest on the floor
in a corner, and he shall sit in his nest and see a dance of eighteen
cooks.’ That delighted the young princes and princesses, and they ate up
all the broth, and washed up all the plates and dishes, and cleared away,
and pushed the table into a corner; and then they in their cooks’ caps,
and the Princess Alicia in the smothering coarse apron that belonged to
the cook that had run away with her own true love that was the very tall
but very tipsy soldier, danced a dance of eighteen cooks before the
angelic baby, who forgot his swelled face and his black eye, and crowed
with joy.
And so then, once more the Princess Alicia saw King Watkins the First,
her father, standing in the doorway looking on, and he said, ‘What have
you been doing, Alicia?’
‘Cooking and contriving, papa.’
‘What else have you been doing, Alicia?’
‘Keeping the children light-hearted, papa.’
‘Where is the magic fish-bone, Alicia?
‘In my pocket, papa.’
‘I thought you had lost it?’
‘O, no, papa!’
‘Or forgotten it?’
‘No, indeed, papa.’
The king then sighed so heavily, and seemed so low-spirited, and sat down
so miserably, leaning his head upon his hand, and his elbow upon the
kitchen-table pushed away in the corner, that the seventeen princes and
princesses crept softly out of the kitchen, and left him alone with the
Princess Alicia and the angelic baby.
‘What is the matter, papa?’
‘I am dreadfully poor, my child.’
‘Have you no money at all, papa?’
‘None, my child.’
‘Is there no way of getting any, papa?’
‘No way,’ said the king. ‘I have tried very hard, and I have tried all
ways.’
When she heard those last words, the Princess Alicia began to put her
hand into the pocket where she kept the magic fish-bone.
‘Papa,’ said she, ‘when we have tried very hard, and tried all ways, we
must have done our very, very best?’
‘No doubt, Alicia.’
‘When we have done our very, very best, papa, and that is not enough,
then I think the right time must have come for asking help of others.’
This was the very secret connected with the magic fish-bone, which she
had found out for herself from the good Fairy Grandmarina’s words, and
which she had so often whispered to her beautiful and fashionable friend,
the duchess.
So she took out of her pocket the magic fish-bone, that had been dried
and rubbed and polished till it shone like mother-of-pearl; and she gave
it one little kiss, and wished it was quarter-day. And immediately it
_was_ quarter-day; and the king’s quarter’s salary came rattling down the
chimney, and bounced into the middle of the floor.
But this was not half of what happened,—no, not a quarter; for
immediately afterwards the good Fairy Grandmarina came riding in, in a
carriage and four (peacocks), with Mr. Pickles’s boy up behind, dressed
in silver and gold, with a cocked-hat, powdered-hair, pink silk
stockings, a jewelled cane, and a nosegay. Down jumped Mr. Pickles’s
boy, with his cocked-hat in his hand, and wonderfully polite (being
entirely changed by enchantment), and handed Grandmarina out; and there
she stood, in her rich shot-silk smelling of dried lavender, fanning
herself with a sparkling fan.
‘Alicia, my dear,’ said this charming old fairy, ‘how do you do? I hope
I see you pretty well? Give me a kiss.’
The Princess Alicia embraced her; and then Grandmarina turned to the
king, and said rather sharply, ‘Are you good?’ The king said he hoped
so.
‘I suppose you know the reason _now_, why my god-daughter here,’ kissing
the princess again, ‘did not apply to the fish-bone sooner?’ said the
fairy.
The king made a shy bow.
‘Ah! but you didn’t _then_?’ said the fairy.
The king made a shyer bow.
‘Any more reasons to ask for?’ said the fairy.
The king said, No, and he was very sorry.
‘Be good, then,’ said the fairy, ‘and live happy ever afterwards.’
Then Grandmarina waved her fan, and the queen came in most splendidly
dressed; and the seventeen young princes and princesses, no longer grown
out of their clothes, came in, newly fitted out from top to toe, with
tucks in everything to admit of its being let out. After that, the fairy
tapped the Princess Alicia with her fan; and the smothering coarse apron
flew away, and she appeared exquisitely dressed, like a little bride,
with a wreath of orange-flowers and a silver veil. After that, the
kitchen dresser changed of itself into a wardrobe, made of beautiful
woods and gold and looking glass, which was full of dresses of all sorts,
all for her and all exactly fitting her. After that, the angelic baby
came in, running alone, with his face and eye not a bit the worse, but
much the better. Then Grandmarina begged to be introduced to the
duchess; and, when the duchess was brought down, many compliments passed
between them.
A little whispering took place between the fairy and the duchess; and
then the fairy said out loud, ‘Yes, I thought she would have told you.’
Grandmarina then turned to the king and queen, and said, ‘We are going in
search of Prince Certainpersonio. The pleasure of your company is
requested at church in half an hour precisely.’ So she and the Princess
Alicia got into the carriage; and Mr. Pickles’s boy handed in the
duchess, who sat by herself on the opposite seat; and then Mr. Pickles’s
boy put up the steps and got up behind, and the peacocks flew away with
their tails behind.
Prince Certainpersonio was sitting by himself, eating barley-sugar, and
waiting to be ninety. When he saw the peacocks, followed by the
carriage, coming in at the window it immediately occurred to him that
something uncommon was going to happen.
‘Prince,’ said Grandmarina, ‘I bring you your bride.’ The moment the
fairy said those words, Prince Certainpersonio’s face left off being
sticky, and his jacket and corduroys changed to peach-bloom velvet, and
his hair curled, and a cap and feather flew in like a bird and settled on
his head. He got into the carriage by the fairy’s invitation; and there
he renewed his acquaintance with the duchess, whom he had seen before.
In the church were the prince’s relations and friends, and the Princess
Alicia’s relations and friends, and the seventeen princes and princesses,
and the baby, and a crowd of the neighbours. The marriage was beautiful
beyond expression. The duchess was bridesmaid, and beheld the ceremony
from the pulpit, where she was supported by the cushion of the desk.
Grandmarina gave a magnificent wedding-feast afterwards, in which there
was everything and more to eat, and everything and more to drink. The
wedding-cake was delicately ornamented with white satin ribbons, frosted
silver, and white lilies, and was forty-two yards round.
When Grandmarina had drunk her love to the young couple, and Prince
Certainpersonio had made a speech, and everybody had cried, Hip, hip,
hip, hurrah! Grandmarina announced to the king and queen that in future
there would be eight quarter-days in every year, except in leap-year,
when there would be ten. She then turned to Certainpersonio and Alicia,
and said, ‘My dears, you will have thirty-five children, and they will
all be good and beautiful. Seventeen of your children will be boys, and
eighteen will be girls. The hair of the whole of your children will curl
naturally. They will never have the measles, and will have recovered
from the whooping-cough before being born.’
On hearing such good news, everybody cried out ‘Hip, hip, hip, hurrah!’
again.
‘It only remains,’ said Grandmarina in conclusion, ‘to make an end of the
fish-bone.’
So she took it from the hand of the Princess Alicia, and it instantly
flew down the throat of the dreadful little snapping pug-dog, next door,
and choked him, and he expired in convulsions.