that she was not an impostor, especially since she really
was one, having run away from the wise woman? So she wandered about
looking at every thing until she was tired, and bewildered by the noise
and confusion all around her. The wearier she got, the more was she
pushed in every direction. Having been used to a whole hill to wander
upon, she was very awkward in the crowded streets, and often on the
point of being run over by the horses, which seemed to her to be going
every way like a frightened flock. She spoke to several persons, but no
one stopped to answer her; and at length, her courage giving way, she
felt lost indeed, and began to cry. A soldier saw her, and asked what
was the matter.

"I've nowhere to go to," she sobbed.

"Where's your mother?" asked the soldier.

"I don't know," answered Agnes. "I was carried off by an old woman, who
then went away and left me. I don't know where she is, or where I am
myself."

"Come," said the soldier, "this is a case for his Majesty."

So saying, he took her by the hand, led her to the palace, and begged
an audience of the king and queen. The porter glanced at Agnes,
immediately admitted them, and showed them into a great splendid room,
where the king and queen sat every day to review lost children, in the
hope of one day thus finding their Rosamond. But they were by this time
beginning to get tired of it. The moment they cast their eyes upon
Agnes, the queen threw back her head, threw up her hands, and cried,
"What a miserable, conceited, white-faced little ape!" and the king
turned upon the soldier in wrath, and cried, forgetting his own decree,
"What do you mean by bringing such a dirty, vulgar-looking, pert
creature into my palace? The dullest soldier in my army could never for
a moment imagine a child like THAT, one hair's-breadth like the lovely
angel we lost!"

"I humbly beg your Majesty's pardon," said the soldier, "but what was I
to do? There stands your Majesty's proclamation in gold letters on the
brazen gates of the palace."

"I shall have it taken down," said the king. "Remove the child."

"Please your Majesty, what am I to do with her?"

"Take her home with you."

"I have six already, sire, and do not want her."

"Then drop her where you picked her up."

"If I do, sire, some one else will find her and bring her back to your
Majesties."

"That will never do," said the king. "I cannot bear to look at her."

"For all her ugliness," said the que