The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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trumpets in order to stop all further conversation.
The Prince's procession formed itself for returning,--the King and his train having already moved off toward the palace,--but on the top-most step of the marble stairs stood, right in front of all, the little old woman clothed in gray. She stretched herself on tiptoe by the help of her stick, and gave the little Prince three kisses. "This is intolerable!" cried the young lady nurse, wiping the kisses off rapidly with her lace handkerchief. "Such an insult to his Royal Highness! Take yourself out of the way, old woman, or the King shall be informed immediately." "The King knows nothing of me, more's the pity," replied the old woman, with an indifferent air, as if she thought the loss was more on his Majesty's side than hers. "My friend in the palace is the King's wife." "King's have not wives, but queens," said the lady nurse, with a contemptuous air. "You are right," replied the old woman. "Nevertheless I know her Majesty well, and I love her and her child. And--since you dropped him on the marble stairs (this she said in a mysterious whisper, which made the young lady tremble in spite of her anger)--I choose to take him for my own, and be his godmother, ready to help him whenever he wants me." "You help him!" cried all the group breaking into shouts of laughter, to which the little old woman paid not the slightest attention. Her soft |
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