ed swiftly and softly to the Queen's apartments. Just as I
thought, the door was locked. I went to a linen closet a short
distance down the hall where I knew I could get a small step-ladder,
and mounting this I got into the room through the transom.

"I let myself down by stepping on the door handle, and found I was in
the Queen's boudoir. I could hear someone snoring in the next room
quite loudly, so after making sure that nobody was about I tiptoed
gently to the door.

"On the bed, looking very pale and homely, lay the Queen, and there
upon the dresser was her beautiful hair. Beside the hair was a queer
looking pot marked

PERFECT COMPLEXION DYE
One Application warranted to stand
two washings.

"I could have laughed for joy, but I had no time to waste, and quickly
putting both the complexion dye and the hair into my large pocket I
crept back to the boudoir.

"Here of course I had no difficulty in unlocking the door and getting
out into the hall, and after pushing the key under the door, closing
the transom and carefully putting the stepladder back into the linen
closet, I left the Palace, saying that I could not wait any longer.

"I flew home and sent for Princess Amy's mother and father. I showed
them the wig and the dye. They were speechless with indignation and
surprise at the way their daughter had been imposed upon. At my
request they agreed to take possession of the articles until we could
have arrangements made for settling the matter.

"We then called upon the Prime Minister and told him the whole story,
and he called a special meeting for twelve o'clock next day, at which
all members of Government were ordered to attend, and it was added that
they might bring their wives with them. Somehow or other the news went
around that the meeting was to be over the new Queen, and at twelve
o'clock next day the long table which ran the whole length of the great
assembly room was crowded, and most of the ladies had to sit in groups
about the room.

"'Call the Queen,' said the Prime Minister.

"The Queen's mother hurried in in a terrible flutter, and said that the
Queen had a frightful headache and begged to be excused.

"The Prime Minister replied that he was sorry, but if she was not able
to come down we would have to go upstairs to her and hold the meeting.

"That settled it. In a few moments the Queen appeared, very pale
indeed, and with her head tied up in a lace scarf. She looked anyth