nday children came and stood by his cradle.

"You shall be lucky always," she said, touching the baby's soft cheek
with the point of her finger. "I give you four gifts, Sunday Prince. The
first is a strong and handsome body,"--and the Fairy, as she spoke,
stroked the small limbs with her wand. "The next is a sweet temper. The
third is a brave heart--you'll need it, little Prince,--all people do in
this world. Lastly,"--and the Fairy touched the sleeping eyelids
lightly,--"I give you a pair of clear, keen eyes, which shall tell you
the difference between hawks and hernshaws from the very beginning. This
gift is worth something, as you'll soon find out. Now, good-by, my baby.
Sleep well, and grow fast. Here's a pretty plaything for you,"--taking
from her pocket a big, beautiful bubble, and tossing it in the air. "Run
fast," she said, "blow hard, follow the bubble, catch it if you can;
but, above all things, keep it flying. Its name is Fortune,--a pretty
name. All the little boys like to run after my bubbles. As long as it
keeps up, up, all will go brightly; but if you fail to blow, or blow
unwisely, and it goes down, down--well--you'll be lucky either way, my
Sunday Prince; 'tis I who say so." Thereupon the Fairy kissed the
sleeping child and vanished.

Only the clear eyes of the little Prince could see the rainbow bubble
which hung in air above his head, and flew before, wherever he went. He
began to see it when still very young, and as he grew bigger he saw it
more clearly still. And he blew, blew, and the gay bubble went up, up,
and all things prospered. Before long, the baby Prince was a man, and
took possession of his kingdom; for in this wonderful country plenty of
kingdoms are to be had, and Princes are not forced to wait until their
fathers die before taking possession of their crowns. So, being a grown
Prince, he began to look about for a Princess to share his throne with
him. And he found a very nice little one; who, when he asked her, made a
courtesy and said, "Yes, thank you," in the prettiest way possible. Then
the Prince was pleased, and sent for a priest. The priest's name was
Slack. He belonged to the Methodist persuasion, Otsego Conference, but
he married the Prince and the Princess just as well as though he had
been an archbishop. They went to live in a small palace of their own,
and after awhile some little princelings came to live with them, and
they were all very happy together. And the lucky Prince,