I don't deserve to be a queen.

Send me away, and let me knit and spin for my living.

I have plagued you long enough.' "And suddenly it seemed to the king as if there had been a black speck in the queen's heart, which had been all washed away by the rain; and he took her hands, and led her home to the palace in joy and gladness.

And so they lived happy ever afterward." "Thank you _very_ much, mother," said Milly, stretching up her arms and drawing down Mrs.Norton's face to kiss her.

"Do you really think the queen was never discontented any more ?" "I can't tell you any more than the story does," said Mrs.Norton.