She spent money like water.

All manner of artists, from the man who painted her ceilings to the man who planted her seeds, came and bowed to her will.

From the four corners of the earth she brought her treasures and lavished them through the house and grounds.

Then, every summer, she came herself, and lived among them, a very Princess indeed." "And the boy ?--what became of the boy ?" demanded David.

"Didn't he see her--ever ?" Mr.Jack shook his head.
"Not often, David; and when he did, it did not make him any--happier.
You see, the boy had become the Pauper; you must n't forget that." "But he wasn't a Pauper when you left him last." "Wasn't he?
Well, then, I'll tell you about that.