"Oh Heaven, it is he!--it is he!" she murmured, drawing herself farther back into the wagon with her children.

Just then, out of an opening in the linen cover, Louisa peeped, whispering, "Mamselle, it is the Prince of Prussia!" "Be quiet--for mercy's sake be quiet, Louisa, that we may not be remarked!" said Wilhelmine, gently.

"Take the child that he may not scream, for if the prince should hear him he will turn back.

He knows the voice of his little son!" "Yes, he knows the voice of his little son!" muttered the nurse, as she laid the child to her breast.

"The little son must stop here on the street, in a miserable wagon, while his noble father rides past, so splendid and glittering with gold, not knowing that his little boy is so near him.