daughter has hair as smooth as if a cow had licked it.

_(Princess goes_.)

_Gatekeeper_: Here is the Prince of the Marshes!

_(Enter Prince, very young and timid, an old lady
on each side slightly in advance of him_.)

_King_: A great welcome before you....
And who may these be?

_Prince_: Seven aunts I have....

_First Aunt: (Interrupting.)_ If he has, there
are but two of us have come along with him.

_Second Aunt_: For to care him and be company
for him on his journey, it being the first time he
ever quitted home.

_Queen_: This is a great honour. Will you take
a chair?

_First Aunt_: Leave that for the Prince of the
Marshes. It is away from the draught of the
window.

_Second Aunt_: We ourselves are in charge of
his health. I have here his eel-skin boots for the