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old." She waved her hand, and I looked round too at the yellow clay walls and ceilin'. You never could think of such a place, Dolly, unless you'd ha' seen it. However that poor creature had fixed it up so, no mortal will ever know, I expect. There was a fireplace in one corner, and a hole in the roof over it. I found out arterwards that the smoke went out through a hollow tree that grew right over the cave. There was a fryin'-pan, and some meal in a kind o' bucket made o' birch-bark, some roots, and a few apples. All round the sides she'd stuck alder-berries and flowers and pine-tassels, and I don't know what not. There was nothin' like a cheer or table, nothin' but the heap o' skins she was settin' on,--that was bed and sofy and everything else for her, I reckon. And she herself--oh, dear! it makes me want to laugh and cry, both together, to think _how_ that unfortinit creature was rigged up. She had a sheepskin over her shoulders, tied round her neck, with the wool outside. On her head was a crown o' birch-bark, cut into p'ints like the crowns in pictures, and stained yeller with the yeller clay,--I suppose she thought it was gold,--and her long black hair was stuck full o' berries and leaves and things. Under the sheepskin she had just nothin' but rags,--such rags as you never seed in all your days, Dolly, your mother bein' the tidy body she is. And moccasins on her feet,--no stockin's; that finished her Majesty's dress. Well, poor soul! and she as proud and contented as you please, fancyin' herself all gold and di'monds. I made up my mind pretty quick what was the right thing for me to do; and I said, as soothin' as I could,-- "Your Majesty, I don't reelly advise you to wait here no longer for King Solomon. I never seed no kings round these woods,--it's out o' the line o' kings, as you may say,--and I don't think he'd be likely to find you out, even if he should stroll down to take a look at the falls, same as I did. Haven't you no other--palace, that's a little more on the travelled road, where he'd be likely to pass?" "No," s
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