. Our young folks [serial]. shewas the loveliest of hers. The King was, inhis private profession, Under Queens father had been a medical manout of town. They had nineteen children, and were alwayshaving more. Seventeen of these children tookcare of the baby, and Alicia, the eldest, tookcare of them all. Their ages varied from sevenyears to seven months. Let us now resume our story. One day the King was going to the Office,when he stopped at the fishmongers to buya pound and a half of salmon not too nearthe tail, which the Queen (who was a care-ful housekeeper) had requested him
. Our young folks [serial]. shewas the loveliest of hers. The King was, inhis private profession, Under Queens father had been a medical manout of town. They had nineteen children, and were alwayshaving more. Seventeen of these children tookcare of the baby, and Alicia, the eldest, tookcare of them all. Their ages varied from sevenyears to seven months. Let us now resume our story. One day the King was going to the Office,when he stopped at the fishmongers to buya pound and a half of salmon not too nearthe tail, which the Queen (who was a care-ful housekeeper) had requested him to sendhome. Mr. Pickles, the fishmonger, said, Certainly, sir, is there any other article, goodmorning. The King went on towards the Office in amelancholy mood, for Quarter Day was such along way off, and several of the dear children * Aged Seven. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by Ticknor and Fields, in the ClerksOffice of the District Court of the District of IV. — NO. III. n. 130 Holiday Romance. [March, were growing out of their clothes. He had not proceeded far, when errand-boy came running after him, and said, Sir, you did ntnotice the old lady in our shop. What old lady ? inquired the King. I saw none. Now, the King had not seen any old lady, because this old lady had beeninvisible to him, though visible to Mr. Pickless boy. Probably because hemessed and splashed the water about to that degree, and flopped the pairs ofsoles down in that violent manner, that, if she had not been visible to him,he would have spoilt her clothes. Just then the old lady came trotting up. She was dressed in shot-silk ofthe richest quality, smelling of dried lavender. King Watkins the First, I believe ? said the old lady. Watkins, replied the King, is my name. Papa, if I am not mistaken, of the beautiful Princess Alicia ? said theold lady. And of eighteen other darlings, replied the King. Listen. You are going to the Office, said the old
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