So, queen, do not read the begging letter at all." "John," said she, smiling, and yet trembling with impatience, "John, give me the letter." "I will sell it to you, queen.

I have learned that from the king, who likewise gives nothing away generously, without taking in return more than he gives.

So let us trade.

I give you the letter; you give me the rosette which you wear on your shoulder there." "Nay, indeed, John; choose something else--I cannot give you the rosette." "And by the gods be it sworn!" exclaimed John, with comic pathos, "I give you not the letter, if you do not give me the rosette." "Silly loon," said the queen, "I tell you I cannot! Choose something else, John; and I conjure you, dear John, give me the letter." "Then only, when you give me the rosette.

I have sworn it by the gods, and what I vow to them, that I stick to! No, no, queen--not those sullen airs, not that angry frown.