CHAPTER V.

WHAT IS TO BE DONE.

But above stairs it was different. One day, for instance, after

breakfast, the king went into his counting-house, and counted out his

money. The operation gave him no pleasure.

"'To think,' said he to himself, 'that every one of these gold

sovereigns weighs a quarter of an ounce, and my real, live flesh-and-

blood princess, weighs nothing at all!'

"And he hated his gold sovereigns, as they lay with a broad smile of

self-satisfaction all over their yellow faces.

"The queen was in the parlor, eating bread and honey. But at the second

mouthful, she burst out crying, and could not swallow it. The king

heard her sobbing. Glad of anybody, but especially of his queen, to

quarrel with, he dashed his gold sovereigns into his money-box, clapped

his crown on his head, and rushed into the parlor.

"'What is all this about?' exclaimed he. 'What are you crying for,

queen?'

"'I can't eat it,' said the queen, looking ruefully it the honey-pot.

"'No wonder!' retorted the king. 'You've just eaten your breakfast,--

two turkey eggs, and three anchovies.'

"'Oh! that's not it!' sobbed her majesty. It's my child, my child!'

"' Well, what's the matter with your child? She's neither up the

chimney nor down the draw-well. Just hear her laughing. Yet the king

could not help a sigh, which he tried to turn into a cough, saying:--

"'It is a good thing to be light-hearted, I am sure, whether she be

ours or not.'

"'It is a bad thing to be light-headed, answered the queen, looking,

with prophetic soul, far into the future.

"'Tis a good thing to be light-handed,' said the king.

"'Tis a bad thing to be light-fingered,' answered the queen.

"'Tis a good thing to be light-footed,' said the king.

"'Tis a bad thing,' began the queen; but the king interrupted her.

"'In fact.' said he, with the tone of one who concludes an argument in

which he has had only imaginary opponents, and in which, therefore, he

has come off triumphant,--'in fact, it is a good thing altogether to be

light-bodied.'

"'But it is a bad thing altogether to be light-minded.' retorted the

queen, who was beginning to lose her temper.

"This last answer quite discomfited his majesty, who turned on his

heel, and betook himself to his counting-house again. But he was not

half-way towards it, when the voice of his queen, overtook him:--

"'And it's a bad thing to be light-haired," screamed she, determined to

have more last words, now that her spirit was roused.

"The queen's hair was black as night; and the king's had been, and his

daughter's was golden as morning. But it was not this reflection on his

hair that troubled him; it was the doubled use of the word _light_. For

the king hated all witticisms, and punning especially. And besides he

could not tell whether the queen meant light-_haired_ or light-_heired_;

for why might she not aspirate her vowels when she was ex-asperated

herself?"

"He turned upon his other heel, and rejoined her. She looked angry

still, because she knew that she was guilty, or, what was much the

same, knew that he thought so.

"'My dear queen,' said he, 'duplicity of any sort is exceedingly

objectionable between married people, of any rank, not to say kings and

queens; and the most objectionable form it can assume is that of

punning.'

"'There!' said the queen, 'I never made a jest, but I broke it in the

making. I am the most unfortunate woman in the world!'

"She looked so rueful, that the king took her in his arms; and they sat

down to consult.

"'Can you bear this?' said the king.

"'No I can't,' said the queen.

"'Well, what is to be done?' said the king.

"'I'm sure I don't know,' said the queen. 'But might you not try an

apology?'

"To my old sister, I suppose you mean?' said the king.

"'Yes,' said the queen.

"'Well, I don't mind,' said the king.

"So he went the next morning to the garret of the princess, and, making

a very humble apology, begged her to undo the spell. But the princess

declared, with a very grave face, that she knew nothing at all about

it. Her eyes, however, shone pink, which was a sign that she was not

happy. She advised the king and queen to have patience, and to mend

their ways. The king returned disconsolate. The queen tried to comfort

him.

"'We will wait till she is older. She may then be able to suggest

something. She will know at least how she feels, and explain things to

us.

"'But what if she should marry!' exclaimed the king, in sudden

consternation at the idea.

"'Well, what of that?' rejoined the queen.

"'Just think? If she were to have any children! In the course of a

hundred years the air might be as full of floating children as of

gossamers in autumn.'

"'That is no business of ours,' replied the queen. 'Besides, by that

time, they will have learned to take care of themselves.'

"A sigh was the king's only answer.

"He would have consulted the court physicians; but he was afraid they

would try experiments upon her."

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