King Savio, was Giglio's father."

"It's Prince Bulbo they are hanging, Sire, not Prince Giglio," says the
Prime Minister.

"You told me to hang the Prince, and I took the ugly one," says Hedzoff.
"I didn't, of course, think Your Majesty intended to murder your own
flesh and blood!"

The King for all reply flung the plate of sausages at Hedzoff's head.
The Princess cried out "Hee-karee-karee!" and fell down in a fainting
fit.

"Turn the cock of the urn upon Her Royal Highness," said the King,
and the boiling water gradually revived her. His Majesty looked at his
watch, compared it by the clock in the parlor, and by that of the church
in the square opposite; then he wound it up; then he looked at it again.
"The great question is," says he, "am I fast or am I slow? If I'm slow,
we may as well go on with breakfast. If I'm fast, why, there is just the
possibility of saving Prince Bulbo. It's a doosid awkward mistake, and
upon my word, Hedzoff, I have the greatest mind to have you hanged too."

"Sire, I did but my duty: a soldier has but his orders. I didn't expect
after forty-seven years of faithful service, that my sovereign would
think of putting me to a felon's death!"

"A hundred thousand plagues upon you! Can't you see that while you are
talking my Bulbo is being hung?" screamed the Princess.

"By Jove! she's always right, that girl, and I'm so absent," says the
King, looking at his watch again. "Ha! there go the drums! What a doosid
awkward thing though!"

"O, papa, you goose! Write the reprieve, and let me run with it," cries
the Princess--and she got a sheet of paper, and pen and ink, and laid
them before the King.

"Confound it! Where are my spectacles?" the Monarch exclaimed.
"Angelica! Go up into my bedroom, look under my pillow, not your
mamma's; there you'll see my keys. Bring them down to me, and--Well,
well! what impetuous things these girls are!" Angelica was gone, and had
run up panting to the bedroom, and found the keys, and was back again
before the King had finished a muffin. "Now, love," says he, "you must
go all the way back for my desk, in which my spectacles are. If you
would but have heard me out. . . . Be hanged to her! There she is off
again. Angelica! ANGELICA!" When his Majesty called in his LOUD voice,
she knew she must obey, and came back.

"My dear, when you go out of a room, how often have I told you, SHUT THE
DOOR. That's a darling. That's all." At last the keys and the desk and