. A little queen of hearts; an international story . nger to Canon Allyn. Gad, but theyre lucky! said Harold: and then he sent for hispony and started off for a long gallop, hoping thereby to get thebetter of certain absurdly jealous feelings that would not down athis bidding. CHAPTER XIV. MADAME LA PETITE REINE. OH, the wonder, forMarie-Celeste, of thattour through the privateapartments! As for Al-bert, it is to be doubtedif he quite rose to theoccasion. Nothingcould be more awe-in-spiring or majestic thanthe picture of the Queenhe had formed in hismind ; but as they wereshown from room toroo
. A little queen of hearts; an international story . nger to Canon Allyn. Gad, but theyre lucky! said Harold: and then he sent for hispony and started off for a long gallop, hoping thereby to get thebetter of certain absurdly jealous feelings that would not down athis bidding. CHAPTER XIV. MADAME LA PETITE REINE. OH, the wonder, forMarie-Celeste, of thattour through the privateapartments! As for Al-bert, it is to be doubtedif he quite rose to theoccasion. Nothingcould be more awe-in-spiring or majestic thanthe picture of the Queenhe had formed in hismind ; but as they wereshown from room toroom and failed to en-counter her, his interestbegan to flag a were apartmentsmore grand than these,with which he was al-ready familiar, in theother part of the Castle;and when Ainslee hur-ried them past two orthree rooms with theexplanation that some FORMIDABLE BABETTE. of the r°7al family Were in them, he felt some-how that they were being deprived of the very object of theirvisit. Of course the Queen was in one of them, and he thought. 138 A LITTLE QUEEN OF HEARTS. Ainslee might at least have told them which one, even thoughthey were not to be permitted to have a sight of her. Butwith Marie-Celeste it was very different, She stood in worshipfuladmiration before all the royal belongings, and when permitted togaze into one or two of the bedrooms where royalty actually putitself to bed, behind beautiful embroidered draperies, her sense ofthe privilege accorded her fairly made her hold her breath. At last,when Ainslee announced that they had made the tour of all the pri-vate apartments, they were ushered into a little boudoir where amaid waited in readiness to assist them in making their toilettes forluncheon. The maid, however, standing stiff and straight, with atowel thrown over her arm and a whisk-broom in hand readyto attack them, looked so very formidable that Marie-Celestebegged Ainslee not to leave them; and Ainslee, herself appreciatingthe overbearing self-imp
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