for the outlays I had to make, but they asked things in return,
of me which I could not grant, either for my own sake or for yours, my
son, who are some day to be my successor. Then the people were led to
believe that I did not love them, but I am determined to show them that
I do love them and am ready to share everything with them. That is why
we have left lovely Versailles and come to live here, where we have to
do without so much that we enjoy. And we must try to be contented here
and share all the disagreeable things that the people have to bear,
which is what a true King should do."

The Dauphin had sat like an old man, listening, and now as his father
stopped speaking, the boy laid a hand on his breast, saying solemnly:

"Papa, I have understood everything, and I am very much ashamed that I
complained at all. And I promise you I will take pains to give
everybody a good example. I will be happy and contented here."

And the Dauphin kept his word; he took pains to be contented, and never
said another word about Versailles, but tried to get all the pleasure
he could from the dreary old palace and its garden, so different from
that at Versailles, where the Dauphin had so much ground in which to
work. Here in the garden, there was only one small corner set aside for
the use of the royal family. This was surrounded by iron palings,
through which faces full of hate and malice would often peer at the
little Dauphin while he was busy gardening. One day he heard such words
and saw such threatening faces that he shrank back and ran to his
mother, who comforted him as best she could and said that he must be
brave and strong, or she would cry too, and that she must not do this
because it was exactly what the men who were trying to hurt their
feelings, wanted to see her do.

The boy's eyes flashed.

"I will never complain again," he cried, "and they shall never again
have the pleasure of seeing you or me cry if I can help it. But, mamma,
tell me--are there no good men in the world?"

"Yes, Louis," answered the queen. "You must believe that all men are
good and treat them courteously, until you have proved the contrary. If
they refuse your friendly kindness, it will not be your fault, and you
will have done what is right, no matter what others do."

A shadow passed over the child's lovely face.

"But, mamma," he said, "all men are not good. The men who abused and
cursed us so were not good, and I could never be friendl