Don't look at your clothes, you foolish boy," she continued, with a touch of Queen Hildegardis' quality, yet with a kindly intonation which was new to that potentate.

"I am not going to teach your clothes.

_You_ are not your clothes!" cried Her Majesty, wondering at herself, and a little flushed with her recent victory over the "minx." The boy's face brightened again.
"That's so!" he said, joyously; "that's what Pink says.

But I didn't s'pose _you'd_ think so," he added, glancing bashfully at the delicate, high-bred face, with its flashing eyes and imperial air.
"I _do_ think so!" said Hilda.

"So that is settled, and we will have our first lesson to-morrow.