"You must feel like something."

"I feel like a princess with such a funny papa, and such a dear pet
of a queen-mamma!"

"Now really!" began the queen; but the princess interrupted her.

"Oh Yes," she added, "I remember. I have a curious feeling
sometimes, as if I were the only person that had any sense in the
whole world."

She had been trying to behave herself with dignity; but now she
burst into a violent fit of laughter, threw herself backwards over
the chair, and went rolling about the floor in an ecstasy of
enjoyment. The king picked her up easier than one does a down
quilt, and replaced her in her former relation to the chair. The
exact preposition expressing this relation I do not happen to know.

"Is there nothing you wish for?" resumed the king, who had learned
by this time that it was useless to be angry with her.

"Oh, you dear papa!--yes," answered she.

"What is it, my darling?"

"I have been longing for it--oh, such a time!--ever since last
night."
"Tell me what it is."