e house, through garden and woodland, miles out into
the country; and with the sound came also a strong, rushing wind, its
stormy breath clearly uttering the words, "Everything in its right
place!"

Forthwith the baron, the master of the Hall, was caught up by the wind,
carried out at the window, and was shut up in the porter's lodge in a
trice. The porter himself was borne up, not into the drawing room--no,
for that he was not fit--but into the servants' hall, where the proud
lackeys in their silk stockings shook with horror to see so low a person
sit at table with them.

But in the grand salon the young baroness was wafted to the seat of
honor, where she was worthy to sit, and the tutor's place was by her
side. There they sat together, for all the world like bride and
bridegroom. An old count, descended from one of the noblest houses in
the land, retained his seat, not so much as a breath of air disturbing
him, for the flute was strictly just. The witty young gentleman, who had
been the occasion of all this tumult, was whirled out headforemost to
join geese and ganders in the poultry yard.

Half a mile out in the country the flute wrought wonders. The family of
a rich merchant, who drove with four horses, were all precipitated from
the carriage window. Two farmers, who had of late grown too wealthy to
know their nearest relations, were puffed into a ditch. It was a
dangerous flute. Luckily, at the first sound it uttered, it burst and
was then put safely away in the tutor's pocket. "Everything in its right
place!"

Next day no more was said about the adventure than as if it had never
happened. The affair was hushed up, and all things were the same as
before, except that the two old portraits of the peddler and the goose
girl continued to hang on the walls of the salon, whither the wind had
blown them. Here some connoisseur chanced to see them, and because he
pronounced them to be painted by a master hand, they were cleaned and
restored and ever after held in honor. Their value had not been known
before.

"Everything in its right place!" So shall it be, all in good time, never
fear. Not in this world, perhaps. That would be expecting rather too
much.

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THE REAL PRINCESS

THERE was once a prince who wanted to marry a princess. But she must be
a real princess, mind you. So he traveled all round the world, seeking
such a one, but everywhere something was in the way. Not that there wa