"But I haven't got any money," the Queen said.
"Then you've come to the _wrong_ shop," the cobbler said determinedly,
and looked down again at his work.
"But I'm the Queen," she said, remembering her former experience.
The cobbler said, "Nonsense!" and took a little brass nail from his
mouth.
"But I _am_ the Queen," the Queen said angrily.
The cobbler knocked the nail into the shoe. "King Mark's a widower," was
all he said.
And the crowd laughed until the Queen felt quite uncomfortable. She was
not used to being stared at.
"Why, I must have got into another country," she said to herself; "and,
I suppose, the best thing to do will be to see the King. I dare say
he'll give me enough to eat, for he'll tremble at my name."