t a sharp prick on
her nose, whereon a large red pimple, as big as a cherry, made its
appearance; her frock was torn to tatters, and on going to her wardrobe
for another she found it quite empty, so she had to wear her rags all
that day, as it was not until the next that the clothes came back to her
wardrobe, and the pimple left her nose. I warrant me she will never be
saucy to the Nomen again!

Master King Philip had a lesson of the same kind once, at his dinner
table, when all his court were dining with him. Calling to one of the
Nomen who were waiting, "Make haste, you brown rascal, and fill me a
glass of wine!" the words were scarcely out of his mouth than he got a
smart sounding slap on his face, and his elbow was violently jerked, so
that he spilt all his wine, whereupon the little lords and ladies
tittered, and some were so uncourtly as to laugh outright, and say it
"served him right," which made Master King Philip wish he had not been
so bounceable.

One evening, after they had been some weeks on the island, the king told
his courtiers to prepare for a butterfly hunt, which he intended to have
the next day. Early on the morrow they all assembled at the palace,
attired in green and white, and each carrying an ivory rod, at the end
of which was a green net, with which to catch the butterflies. On
reaching the top of the staircase the little lords went to the
dressing-room of the king, and the little ladies to that of the queen.
Her majesty was dressed in white satin trimmed with green.

"Won't you wear your crown?" asked Rosetta.

"Well, I don't know," said the queen, in an undecided tone of voice.
"Ought I? Won't it be too heavy for the chase?"

"Oh, but kings and queens always wear their crowns when they go
out--don't they?" said Rosetta, appealing to her companions.

"Yes, yes; to be sure they do. Wear the crown--do wear the crown!" they
all cried, clapping their hands.

Pepitia did not require much persuasion on the subject, as she dearly
liked to be finely dressed. And, indeed, when she had put it on, and
also her velvet train lined with satin and trimmed with ermine, I must
confess she did look a charming young queen. The little Dorinda was so
struck with her appearance that she screwed up her face into a comical
expression of surprise, and, holding up both her hands, exclaimed--

"Oh, my! Aren't you smart!"

"But I don't like the way your hair is done," said Amanda, who was
disposed to be quizzic