“_Please_ don’t make any jokes about _me_!” Bruno exclaimed, his eyes filling with tears. “I won’t if you’d rather I didn’t,” said the kind-hearted Professor. “It was only something about a Ship’s Buoy: a harmless pun—but it doesn’t matter.” Here he turned to the crowd and addressed them in a loud voice. “Learn your A’s!” he shouted. “Your B’s! Your C’s! And your D’s! _Then_ you’ll be at your ease!” There was a roar of laughter from all the assembly, and then a great deal of confused whispering. “_What_ was it he said? Something about bees, I fancy——.” The Empress smiled in her meaningless way, and fanned herself. The poor Professor looked at her timidly: he was clearly at his wits’ end again, and hoping for another hint. The Empress whispered again. “Some spinach, you know, Professor, as a surprise.” The Professor beckoned to the Head-Cook, and said something to him in a low voice. Then the Head-Cook left the room, followed by all the other cooks. “It’s difficult to get things started,” the Professor remarked to Bruno. “When once we get started, it’ll go on all right, you’ll see.” “If oo want to startle people,” said Bruno, “oo should put live frogs on their backs.” Here the cooks all came in again, in a procession, the Head-Cook coming last and carrying something, which the others tried to hide by waving flags all round it. “Nothing but flags, Your Imperial Highness! Nothing but flags!” he kept repeating, as he set it before her. Then all the flags were dropped in a moment, as the Head-Cook raised the cover from an enormous dish. [Illustration: ‘HER IMPERIAL HIGHNESS IS SURPRISED!’] “What is it?” the Empress said faintly, as she put her spy-glass to her eye. “Why, it’s _Spinach_, I declare!” “Her Imperial Highness is surprised,” the Professor explained to the attendants: and some of them clapped their hands. The Head-Cook made a low bow, and in doing so dropped a spoon on the table, as if by accident, just within reach of the Empress, who looked the other way and pretended not to see it. “I _am_ surprised!” the Empress said to Bruno. “Aren’t you?” “Not a bit,” said Bruno. “I heard——” but Sylvie put her hand over his mouth, and spoke for him. “He’s rather tired, I think. He wants the Lecture to begin.” “I want the _supper_ to begin,” Bruno corrected her. The Empress took up the spoon in an absent manner, and tried to balance it across the back of her hand, and in doing this she dropped it into the dish: and, when she took it out again, it was full of spinach. “How curious!” she said, and put it into her mouth. “It tastes just like _real_ spinach! I thought it was an imitation—but I do believe it’s real!” And she took another spoonful. “It wo’n’t be real much longer,” said Bruno. But the Empress had had enough spinach by this time, and somehow—I failed to notice the exact process—we all found ourselves in the Pavilion, and the Professor in the act of beginning the long-expected Lecture.