"Go on." And David did go on; nor did the story lose by his telling.

It gained, indeed, something, for now it had woven through it the very strong sympathy of a boy who loved the Pauper for his sorrow and hated the Princess for causing that sorrow.
"And so," he concluded mournfully, "you see it isn't a very nice story, after all, for it didn't end well a bit.

They ought to have got married and lived happy ever after.

But they didn't." Miss Holbrook drew in her breath a little uncertainly, and put her hand to her throat.

Her face now, instead of being red, was very white.
"But, David," she faltered, after a moment, "perhaps he--the--Pauper--did not--not love the Princess any longer." "Mr.Jack said that he did." The white face went suddenly pink again.
"Then, why didn't he go to her and--and--tell her ?" David lifted his chin.