. The little lame prince and his traveling cloak : a parable for old and young . weet and childlike as thePrinces own, which stole over his palelittle face the instant she came near enoughto touch him. Take care! Dont let the baby fallagain. The grand young lady nurse started,flushing angrily. Who spoke to me ? How did any 18 The Little Lame Prince. body know?—I mean, what business hasany body— ? Then, frightened, but stillspeaking in a much sharper tone than Ihope young ladies of rank are in the habitof speaking— Old woman, you will bekind enough not to say the baby, but thePrince. Keep away;
. The little lame prince and his traveling cloak : a parable for old and young . weet and childlike as thePrinces own, which stole over his palelittle face the instant she came near enoughto touch him. Take care! Dont let the baby fallagain. The grand young lady nurse started,flushing angrily. Who spoke to me ? How did any 18 The Little Lame Prince. body know?—I mean, what business hasany body— ? Then, frightened, but stillspeaking in a much sharper tone than Ihope young ladies of rank are in the habitof speaking— Old woman, you will bekind enough not to say the baby, but thePrince. Keep away; his Royal Highnessis just going to sleep. Nevertheless I must kiss him. I amhis godmother. You! cried the elegant lady nurse. You! ! repeated all the gentlemen andladies in waiting. You!!! echoed the heralds and pages—and they began to blow the silver trum-pets in order to stop all further conversa-tion. The Princes procession formed itself for rcturning- -the Kino; and his train having already moved off toward the palace—buton the topmost step of the marble stairs. 20 The Little Lame Prince. Nevertheless I know her Majesty well,and I love her and her child. And—sinceyou dropped him on the marble stairs (thisshe said in a mysterious whisper, whichmade the young lady tremble in spite ofher anger)—I choose to take him for myown, and be his godmother, ready to helphim whenever he wants me. You help him! cried all the group,breaking into shouts of laughter, to whichthe little ^old woman paid not the slightestattention. Her soft gray eyes were fixedon the Prince, who seemed to answer tothe look, smiling again and again in thecauseless, aimless fashion that babies dosmile. His Majesty must hear of this, said agentleman-in-waiting. His Majesty will hear quite enough newsin a minute or two, said the old woman,Badly. And again stretching up to the
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