I--know one well enough." "Good!--then tell it," cried both Jill and David.

And Mr.Jack began his story.
"She was not always a Princess, and he was not always a Pauper,--and that's where the story came in, I suppose," sighed the man.

"She was just a girl, once, and he was a boy; and they played together and--liked each other.

He lived in a little house on a hill." "Like this ?" demanded Jill.
"Eh?
Oh--er--yes, SOMETHING like this," returned Mr.Jack, with an odd half-smile.

"And she lived in another bit of a house in a town far away from the boy." "Then how could they play together ?" questioned David.
"They couldn't, ALWAYS.