that are by nature light and airy the same as herself.

_Queen:_ It is time for her to turn her mind
to good sense. What's that? (_Whipping cloth
from tray_.) Is it that you are eating again, and
it is but one half-hour since your breakfast?

_King_: Ah, that wasn't a breakfast you'd call
a breakfast.

_Queen_: Very healthy food, oaten meal flummery
with whey, and a griddle-cake; dandelion tea
and sorrel from the field.

_King_: My old fathers ate their enough of wild
herbs and the like in the early time of the world.
I'm thinking that it is in my nature to require a
good share of nourishment as if to make up for the
hardships they went through.

_Queen_: What now have you within that pastry
wall?

_King_: It is but a little leveret pie.

_Queen: (Poking with fork.)_ Leveret! What's
this in it? The thickness of a blanket of beef;
calves' sweetbreads; cocks' combs; balls mixed
with livers and with spice. You to so much as
taste of it, you'll be crippled and crappled with