Hendon disappareled the boy without dissent or remark, tucked him up in

bed, then glanced about the room, saying to himself, ruefully, 'He hath taken

my bed again, as before — marry, what shall I do?' The little king observed

his perplexity, and dissipated it with a word. He said, sleepily:

'Thou wilt sleep athwart the door, and guard it.' In a moment more he was

Out of his troubles, in a deep slumber.

'Dear heart, he should have been born a king!' muttered Hendon, admiringly,

'he playeth the part to a marvel.'

Then he stretched himself across the door, on the floor, saying contentedly:

'I have lodged worse for seven years; 'twould be but ill gratitude to Him above

to find fault with this.'

He dropped asleep as the dawn appeared. Toward noon he rose, uncovered

His unconscious ward — a section at a time — and took his measure with a

String. The king awoke, just as he had completed his work, complained of the

Cold, and asked what he was doing.

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''Tis done now, my liege,' said Hendon; 'I have a bit of business outside, but

Will presently return; sleep thou again — thou needest it. There — let me

cover thy head also — thou'lt be warm the sooner.'

The king was back in dreamland before this speech was ended. Miles slipped

Softly out, and slipped as softly in again, in the course of thirty or forty

minutes, with a complete second-hand suit of boy's clothing, of cheap