. St. Nicholas [serial]. sty, said the primeminister, in conclusion, from all we have heardand seen, it seemeth that at last we have founda contented man. As soon as the king finished his royal repasthe disguised himself in the long cloak and hatof a soldier and went with the prime ministerand the turnkey to catch a glimpse of the pris-oner. As they approached the dungeon theyheard a rich bass voice singing: Let the world slide, let the world go !A fig for care, and a fig for I must stay, why, I cant go,And love makes equal the high and low. The king drew nearer, stooped, and peepedthro
. St. Nicholas [serial]. sty, said the primeminister, in conclusion, from all we have heardand seen, it seemeth that at last we have founda contented man. As soon as the king finished his royal repasthe disguised himself in the long cloak and hatof a soldier and went with the prime ministerand the turnkey to catch a glimpse of the pris-oner. As they approached the dungeon theyheard a rich bass voice singing: Let the world slide, let the world go !A fig for care, and a fig for I must stay, why, I cant go,And love makes equal the high and low. The king drew nearer, stooped, and peepedthrough the keyhole. Just opposite the door,on a three-legged stool, sat the prisoner. Hishead was thrown back and he was lookingat the sky through the bars in the top ofhis cell. The song had ceased and he wastalking softly to himself. The king, in a-whisper, told the prime minister to bring theprincess and have her remain hidden just out-side the door. Then he motioned to the turn- 222 THE BAD TEMPER OF THE PRINCESS. [ key to throw back the bolts, and he entered the Ha, ha! laughed the king. Pretty good, dungeon alone. pret-ty good! They tell me that all things Why are you talking to yourself, man? he please you. Is it true ? asked. The man answered : I think I can safely say yes, soldier. Because, soldier, I like to talk to a sensi- But why are you so poorly clad? ble man, and I like to hear a sensible man talk. The care of fine clothes is too much of a I9°4-] THE BAD TEMPER OF THE PRINCESS. 223 burden— I have long ago refused to be fashionsslave. By the way, that cloak of yours is ntespecially elaborate, soldier. The king ignoredthe remark. But where are your friends ? Of those that I have had, the good are dead,and happier so than here; the evil ones haveleft me and are befriending some one else, forwhich I say, Joy go with them. And is there nothing that you want ? As the king asked this question he looked atthe man in a peculiarly eager way, nor did theanswer disappo
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