chair, arranged her train with a graceful sweep, and pushed back her
cloudy golden hair.

"Shall I really act princess?" she asked,--and without waiting for
an answer, she began to give orders in lofty tones, holding her head
high in the air, and pointing hither and thither with her tiny hands.
"Take up the golden chafing-dish, Grumio!" she cried. "The kidneys--I
mean the capons--are quite ready now. And the milk--no! the sack--is
in the silver flagon!" she pointed to an ancient blue jug which stood
on the dresser.

The obedient Captain hastened to take up the saucepan, and soon the
frugal supper was set out, and princess and steward were doing ample
justice to it.

"You didn't say 'Anon! anon! Madam' when I ordered you about," said
the Princess, thoughtfully. "You ought to, you know. Servants always
do in the book."

"Wal, I didn't think on't," the steward admitted. "I wa'n't brought
up to the business, you see, Princess. It always seemed to me a
foolish thing to say, anyhow: no disrespect to W. Shakespeare. The
hull of the word's 'anonymous,' I believe, and the dictionary says
_that_ means 'wanting a name.' So, altogether, Star Bright, I haven't
been able to make much sense out o' that answer."

"Oh, never mind!" said the Princess, tossing her head. "I don't like
the dictionary. It's a wretch!"

"So 'tis, so 'tis," assented the Captain, with servile alacrity. "Have