Walpurga passed her hand over her face, as if to brush away a spider that had been creeping there. The Queen doesn't speak of her "child" or her "son," but only of "the Crown Prince." Walpurga answered:-- "Yes, quite well, thank God! That is, I couldn't hear him, and I only wanted to say that I'd like to act towards the--" she could not say "the Prince"--"that is, towards him, as I'd do with my own child. We began on the very first day. My mother taught me that. Such a child has a will of its own from the very start, and it won't do to give way to it. It won't do to take it from the cradle, or to feed it, whenever it pleases; there ought to be regular times for all those things. It'll soon get used to that, and it won't harm it either, to let it cry once in a while. On the contrary, that expands the chest." "Does he cry?" asked the Queen. The infant answered the question for itself, for it at once began to cry most lustily. "Take him and quiet him," begged the Queen. The King entered the apartment before the child had stopped crying. "He will have a good voice of command," said he, kissing the Queen's hand. Walpurga quieted the child, and she and Mademoiselle Kramer were sent back to their apartments. The King informed the Queen of the dispatches that had been received, and of the sponsors who had been decided upon. She was perfectly satisfied with the arrangements that had been made. When Walpurga had returned to her room and had placed the child in the cradle, she walked up and down and seemed quite agitated. "There are no angels in this world!" said she. "They're all just like the rest of us, and who knows but--" She was vexed at the Queen: "Why won't she listen patiently when her child cries? We must take all our children bring us, whether it be joy or pain." She stepped out into the passage-way and heard the tones of the organ in the palace-chapel. For the first time in her life these sounds displeased her. "It don't belong in the house," thought she, "where all sorts of things are going on. The church ought to stand by itself." When she returned to the room, she found a stranger there. Mademoiselle Kramer informed her that this was the tailor to the Queen. Walpurga laughed outright at the notion of a "tailor to the Queen." The elegantly attired person looked at her in amazement, while Mademoiselle Kramer explained to her that this was the dressmaker to her Majesty the Queen, and that he had come to take her measure for three new dresses. "Am I to wear city clothes?" "God forbid! You're to wear the dress of your neighborhood, and can order a stomacher in red, blue, green, or any color that you like best." "I hardly know what to say; but I'd like to have a workday suit too. Sunday clothes on week-days--that won't do." "At court one always wears Sunday clothes, and when her Majesty drives out again you will have to accompany her." "A11 right, then. I won't object."