When the spring had quenched the thirst of them all the prince put Trump through his brief repertory of accomplishments. Then he taught him to “waltz.” It was not a precise waltz, to be sure, but as the prince danced in spiral curves, softly whistling a waltz, the pony, after a few failures, followed him remarkably. Beth was in ecstasy. “I never, never saw anything so wonderful!” she cried. “Isn’t he clever? And how can you make him?” “I have a sort of understanding with all horse-flesh,” said the prince, rewarding Trump with sugar and rubbing his ears as the pony affectionately nuzzled him. “In the regiment, my regiment, they get me to reason with a horse that is troublesome and he nearly always harkens to me.” “Are you in the army?” asked Dirk with intense interest. “Yes, Dirk. You see, in a way, I was rather born to it. They made me an officer when I was a small lad. I had no choice but to do what was cut out for me--not that I don’t like it,” said the prince quietly. “That brings me to what I wanted to say. This has been such a delightful morning, don’t you think, that I for one would like something lasting to come of it. I was turning over in my mind the night after the ball what I could do to prove to you how much I enjoyed meeting you up in the gallery and what friends we were. I thought of asking you to ride with me as the best thing I could devise, for it would cement our friendship by making us really well acquainted. Then, that wasn’t enough; I wanted something more, to remember the riding by. It would go on like an endless chain, at that rate, now wouldn’t it?” he paused to laugh. “But here it stops: not our friendship, but souvenirs of it--for a time, I mean. I really did not know what to suggest to myself to get, or to do, in memory of to-day. Then it flashed upon me. Like Archimedes, don’t you know, I sat up and cried Eureka! What do you think I invented?” “I don’t see how any one could possibly guess what you would think of, you think of everything wonderful and different,” cried Beth fervently, as the prince looked at her. She was burning with admiring affection for this friend who turned the every-day world into a tale of absorbing interest and who could also teach Trump to waltz. “Well, let me tell you!” cried the prince, one hand patting Beth’s shoulder in acknowledgment of her enthusiasm. “I decided to found an order! Don’t you know? Like the Order of the Golden Fleece, or our own Order of the Garter, with an insignia, a badge, don’t you know, and an object. What do you say to it?” “Sure; it’ll be fine! Of course we don’t know anything about it yet, but it’ll be fine,” cried Dirk with the most flattering confidence.