Prince Lazybones and Other Stories - $c By Mrs. W. J. Hays by Helen Ashe Hays
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for the incrustation has elapsed we find our pearls grown to a
remarkable size, of rarest beauty and value. These processes are not unknown to man, but men are so clumsy that they seldom succeed in perfecting them." Leo by this time was quite exhausted both by what he had seen and by what he had heard, and he begged Knops to allow him to rest. "Certainly, certainly, my dear," said Knops. "Pardon me for wearying you. I am more scientific than hospitable. Come to our sleeping apartment. I think I shall allow Paz to see you, for, as he is so unhappy, it will divert him to serve you while you remain with us, and perhaps, too, he can suggest something suitable for your food. I ought to have thought of this before." Leo had, with three or four bites, disposed of an apple, and had already begun on a turnip, when Knops, giving Paz a peculiar sign, the spidery little fellow reached up and snatched the turnip from Leo's hand. "What's the matter now?" asked Leo, too tired to regain it, easily as he could have done so. "I can't see anybody eat such wretched stuff as that; wait till I cook it," said Paz. "Well, Paz, I am glad you can help me out of my difficulty," said Knops. "I really am puzzled what to do for Prince Leo's hunger. My breakfast is a wren's egg; for dinner, a sardine with a slice of mushroom is enough for four of us; for supper, a pickled mouse tongue. How long could you live on such fare, Leo?" |
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