. At one side of the bedroom was a
dainty dressing-room with closets containing a large assortment of
fresh clothing; and beyond this was the bath--a large room having a
marble pool big enough to swim in, with white marble steps leading down
to the water. Around the edge of the pool were set rows of fine
emeralds as large as door-knobs, while the water of the bath was clear
as crystal.

For a time the shaggy man gazed upon all this luxury with silent
amazement. Then he decided, being wise in his way, to take advantage
of his good fortune. He removed his shaggy boots and his shaggy
clothing, and bathed in the pool with rare enjoyment. After he had
dried himself with the soft towels he went into the dressing-room and
took fresh linen from the drawers and put it on, finding that
everything fitted him exactly. He examined the contents of the closets
and selected an elegant suit of clothing. Strangely enough, everything
about it was shaggy, although so new and beautiful, and he sighed with
contentment to realize that he could now be finely dressed and still be
the shaggy man. His coat was of rose-colored velvet, trimmed with
shags and bobtails, with buttons of blood-red rubies and golden shags
around the edges. His vest was a shaggy satin of a delicate cream
color, and his knee-breeches of rose velvet trimmed like the coat.
Shaggy creamy stockings of silk, and shaggy slippers of rose leather
with ruby buckles, completed his costume, and when he was thus attired
the shaggy man looked at himself in a long mirror with great
admiration. On a table he found a mother-of-pearl chest decorated with
delicate silver vines and flowers of clustered rubies, and on the cover
was a silver plate engraved with these words:

THE SHAGGY MAN:
HIS BOX OF ORNAMENTS

The chest was not locked, so he opened it and was almost dazzled by the
brilliance of the rich jewels it contained. After admiring the pretty
things, he took out a fine golden watch with a big chain, several
handsome finger-rings, and an ornament of rubies to pin upon the breast
of his shaggy shirt-bosom. Having carefully brushed his hair and
whiskers all the wrong way to make them look as shaggy as possible, the
shaggy man breathed a deep sigh of joy and decided he was ready to meet
the Royal Princess as soon as she sent for him. While he waited he
returned to the beautiful sitting room and ate several of the
red-cheeked apples to pass away the time.

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