"Give me your little paw," he said; and two ages touched.

Next morning, driving in his phaeton with the Duchess of Gloucester, he met the Duchess of Kent and her child in the Park.

"Pop her in," were his orders, which, to the terror of the mother and the delight of the daughter, were immediately obeyed.

Off they dashed to Virginia Water, where there was a great barge, full of lords and ladies fishing, and another barge with a band; and the King ogled Feodora, and praised her manners, and then turned to his own small niece.

"What is your favourite tune?
The band shall play it." "God save the King, sir," was the instant answer.