Tell me your trouble--it shall be mended; there is nothing the Emperor cannot do." Then he looked around and saw old Ursula with her apron to her eyes.

He was puzzled at that, and said, "And what is the matter with you ?" Through her sobs she got out words explaining that she was distressed to see him--"so." He reflected over that a moment, then muttered, as if to himself: "A singular old thing, the Dowager Duchess--means well, but is always snuffling and never able to tell what it is about.

It is because she doesn't know." His eyes fell on Wilhelm.

"Prince of India," he said, "I divine that it is you that the Crown Princess is concerned about.
Her tears shall be dried; I will no longer stand between you; she shall share your throne; and between you you shall inherit mine.

There, little lady, have I done well?
You can smile now--isn't it so ?" He petted Marget and kissed her, and was so contented with himself and with everybody that he could not do enough for us all, but began to give away kingdoms and such things right and left, and the least that any of us got was a principality.