St Nicholas [serial] . Mitchel was ed, and, like all the other inhabitants of the in despair. Those Ministers who had not guessed ry, was in a very bad way. In short, it was the secret dared not open their lips. All the city :nown that the whole town had suffered agonies was one vast hospital. No one was seen in the n6 THE KINGDOM OF THE GREEDY. [Decemu streets but doctors and apothecaries boys, runningfrom house to house in frantic haste. It was dread-ful ! Dr. Olibriers was nearly knocked up. As forthe King, he held his tongue, and shut himself upin his palace, but a secret joy shone in his
St Nicholas [serial] . Mitchel was ed, and, like all the other inhabitants of the in despair. Those Ministers who had not guessed ry, was in a very bad way. In short, it was the secret dared not open their lips. All the city :nown that the whole town had suffered agonies was one vast hospital. No one was seen in the n6 THE KINGDOM OF THE GREEDY. [Decemu streets but doctors and apothecaries boys, runningfrom house to house in frantic haste. It was dread-ful ! Dr. Olibriers was nearly knocked up. As forthe King, he held his tongue, and shut himself upin his palace, but a secret joy shone in his eyes, toto the wonder of everyone. He waited three dayswithout a word. The third day, the King said to his Ministers: What ! Your Majesty, must we eat it all ? You must! sternly replied the King;MUST ! By the immortal beefsteaks ! not oneyou shall have a slice of bread, and not a loaf shbe baked in the kingdom, while there remains!crumb of that excellent tart ! What misery! thought these poor peopjj That tart forever !. THE MERE SIGHT OF THE TART EVFRYEODY ILL. Let us go now and see how my poor people aredoing, and feel their pulse a little. The good King went to every house, without for-getting a single one. He visited small and great,rich and poor. Oh, oh! Your Majesty. said all, the tartwas good, but may we never see it again ! Plagueon that tart! Better were dry bread. Your Maj-esty, for mercys sake, a little dry bread ! Oh, amorsel of dry bread, how good it would be ! No, indeed, replied the King. There ismore of that tart! The sufferers were in despair. There was Ione cry through all the town—Ow ! ow ! owfor even the strongest and most courageous welhorrible agonies. They twisted, they writhed, Jlay down, they got up. Always the inexolcolic. The dogs were not happier than their |ters ; even the) had too much tart. The spiteful tart looked in at all the winclBuilt upon a height, it commanded the town,mere sight of it made everybody ill, and its fcjadmirers had noth
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