"Good heavens! another of the lot!" he muttered. Then, correcting
himself, he said brusquely: "Any relation to that Englishwoman who
was so sweet on the old Rupert centuries ago?"

Here, again, I suppose my sister-in-law would have had me knock
down the foreign insulter of my English ancestress--but I colored
to the roots of my hair, and even farther--with pleasure at this
proof of my royal descent! And then a cheery voice was heard
calling "Spitz!" and "Fritz!" through the woods.

"The King!" said Spitz to Fritz quickly. "He must not see him."

"Too late," said Fritz, as a young man bounded lightly out of the
bushes.

I was thunderstruck! It was as if I had suddenly been confronted
with a mirror--and beheld myself! Of course he was not quite so
good-looking, or so tall, but he was still a colorable imitation!
I was delighted.

Nevertheless, for a moment he did not seem to reciprocate my
feeling. He stared at me, staggered back and passed his hand
across his forehead. "Can it be," he muttered thickly, "that I've
got 'em agin? Yet I only had--shingle glash!"

But Fritz quickly interposed.

"Your Majesty is all right--though," he added in a lower voice,
"let this be a warning to you for to-morrow! This gentleman is Mr.