Fluttering odds and ends, and the little Prince of Pauperdom was tricked out

In the gaudy plumage of royalty. The two went and stood side by side before a

great mirror, and lo, a miracle: there did not seem to have been any change

made! They stared at each other, then at the glass, then at each other again.

At last the puzzled princeling said:

'What dost thou make of this?'

'Ah, good your worship, require me not to answer. It is not meet that one of

my degree should utter the thing.'

'Then will I utter it. Thou hast the same hair, the same eyes, the same voice

And manner, the same form and stature, the same face and countenance, that

I bear. Fared we forth naked, there is none could say which was you, and

Which the Prince of Wales. And, now that I am clothed as thou wert clothed, it

Seemeth I should be able the more nearly to feel as thou didst when the brute

soldier — Hark ye, is not this a bruise upon your hand?'

'Yes; but it is a slight thing, and your worship knoweth that the poor man-at-

arms —'

'Peace! It was a shameful thing and a cruel!' cried the little prince, stamping

his bare foot. 'If the king — Stir not a step till I come again! It is a command!'

In a moment he had snatched up and put away an article of national

Importance that lay upon a table, and was out at the door and flying through

The palace grounds in his bannered rags, with a hot face and glowing eyes. As