A fierce look came into the little prince’s eyes, and he cried out —

“What! Beatings?”

“Oh, indeed, yes, please you, sir.”

“Beatings! — and thou so frail and little. Hark ye: before the night come, she shall hie her to the Tower. The King my father” —

“In sooth, you forget, sir, her low degree. The Tower is for the great alone.”

“True, indeed.

I had not thought of that. I will consider of her punishment. Is thy father kind to thee?”

“Not more than Gammer Canty, sir.”

“Fathers be alike, mayhap. Mine hath not a doll’s