Acknowledgments are due the publishers of _The Churchman_ for permission to reprint "The Flower Princess" and "The Little Friend;" also to the _Brown Book_ of Boston for permission to use "The Ten Blowers," which first appeared in that magazine. CONTENTS THE FLOWER PRINCESS 1 THE LITTLE FRIEND 45 THE MERMAID'S CHILD 67 THE TEN BLOWERS 103 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS LET HIM PROVE IT (page 31) _Frontispiece_ THE PRINCESS FLEURETTE 10 UNTIL SHE CLAPPED HER HANDS FOR JOY 18 UNTIL HELP COMES 56 YOU WILL BRING HIM BACK TO ME? 86 ONE MORE BLOW FOR OUR KING 124 THE FLOWER PRINCESS I ONCE upon a time there was a beautiful Princess named Fleurette, who lived in a white marble palace on the top of a high hill. The Princess Fleurette was very fond of flowers, and all around the palace, from the very gates thereof, a fair garden, full of all kinds of wonderful plants, sloped down to the foot of the hill, where it was snugly inclosed with a high marble wall. Thus the hill was like a great nosegay rising up in the midst of the land, sending out sweet odors to perfume the air for miles, bright with color in the sunshine, and musical with the chorus of birds and the hum of millions of bees. One part of the garden was laid out in walks and avenues, with little vine-clad bowers here and there, where the Princess could sit and read, or lie and dream. There were fountains and statues among the trees, and everything grand and stately to make a garden beautiful. Another part of the garden was left wild and tangled, like a forest. Here all the shyest flowers grew in their own wild way; and here ran a little brook, gurgling over the pebbles in a race to the foot of the hill. There never was seen a more complete and beautiful garden than this of the Princess Fleurette. Now the fame of the Princess's beauty, like the fragrance of her garden, had been wafted a long way, and many persons came to prove it. A continual procession of princes from lands near and far traveled the long road that wound from the foot of the hill up and up and up to the entrance of the palace. They came upon their noble steeds, with gold and jeweled harness most gorgeous to see, riding curiously up amid the flowers, whose perfume filled their hearts with happiness and hope. The further they rode the more they longed to tarry forever in this fair place. And when each one at last dismounted at the palace gate, and, going into the great hall, saw the Princess herself, more fair than any flower, sitting on her golden throne, he invariably fell upon his knees without delay, and begged her to let him be her very ownest Prince. But the Princess always smiled mischievously and shook her head, saying,--