The King looked at Drusilla now, and thought her the most beautiful
and stately maiden he had ever seen.

"What an appropriate Princess she would make!" thought he.

"Suppose I should find the gold-horned cow for you," said he to
Drusilla, when she had finished her pitiful story, "would you consent
to be adopted by the Queen and myself, and be a princess?"

Drusilla hesitated a moment. She thought of her dear old father
and how desolate he would be without her. But then she thought how
terribly distressed he would be at the loss of the gold-horned cow,
and that if he had her back, she would be company for him, even if his
daughter was away, and she finally gave her consent.

The King always had his Lord Chamberlain lead a white palfrey, with
rich housings, by the bridle, in case they came across a suitable
full-grown Princess in any of their journeys; and now he ordered him
to be brought forward, and commanded a page to assist Drusilla to the
saddle.

But she began to weep. "I want to go back to my father, until you have
found the cow, your Majesty," said she.

"You may go and bid your father good-by," replied the King,
peremptorily, "but then you must go immediately to the boarding
school, where all the young ladies of the Court are educated. If you
are going to be a Princess, it is high time you began to prepare. You
will have to learn feather stitching, and rick-rack and Kensington