After he had repeated this three or four times his mood brightened
visibly. He began to whistle a favourite tune, then he went and looked
at a large likeness of the queen hanging on the wall. He got up on a
chair and took out his handkerchief to brush off a cobweb hanging down
straight over the queen’s nose, and at last he said--
“She must have been very much put out, the dear little woman! I will go
and see what she is doing!”
With that he went out into the hall, into which all the rooms opened.
But this being a day on which everything went wrong, the valet had
forgotten to light the lamps, although it was already eight o’clock,
and moreover pitch dark.
So the king put out his hands before him so as not to bump his royal
head, and cautiously felt his way along the wall. Suddenly he came upon
something. “Who is there?” he asked.
“It is I,” answered the queen.
“What are you looking for, my love?”
“I was coming to ask your forgiveness,” replied the queen, “because I
hurt your feelings.”
“You needn’t do that!” said the king, putting his arms about her neck.
“The fault was more mine than yours, and I don’t give it another
thought. But I’ll tell you one thing: two words shall be forbidden on
pain of death in our kingdom, Jew’s-harp and----”
“And ginger-nuts,” the queen interrupted him, laughing and secretly
wiping a tear from the corner of her eye; and that is the end of the
story.
_Professor Volkmann_ (1830-1891).
_THE SAD TALE OF SEVEN KISSES._
IT is quite a while ago, I think, since one day the dear God called the
angel Gabriel to him, as he often does, and said, “Thou Gabriel, go and
open the slide and look down! Methinks I hear some crying!” Gabriel
went and did as the dear God said, put his hand up to his eyes because
the sunlight dazzled him, looked all around, and finally said, “Down
there is a long green meadow; at one end sits Barbelie pasturing her
geese, at the other sits Christoph pasturing his pigs, and both of them
are weeping to melt a heart of stone.”
“Indeed!” said the dear God; “go away, you tall fellow, and let me see.”
When he had looked he found it was just as Gabriel had said.
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