“Can you suggest any improvement?” he asked when Boy had finished reading the Prospectus. “No,” replied he, “I think it reads very well indeed, and I hope that you will soon get an engagement.” “I intend going into trade,” remarked the late Advertiser General from the throne at the other end of the room. “So many of the nobility now open shops that I don’t see why Kings should not do so too. I intend to establish some Stores at Zum, and call it the ‘Royal Service Supply Association for providing Kings and Queens and other members of Royal families with the necessaries of life!’ You see something of the kind must be done or we shall all starve.” “Yes, I think that is a capital idea,” said Boy. “I will ask King Smith I. to deal with you when I get back to the Palace; but I must be going now. Good-afternoon, Your Majesties,” and Boy bowed politely, and was just going out of the door when he heard both of the Kings hurriedly scrambling down from their thrones. He waited to see what they wanted, and when they reached him, each King caught hold of one of his arms, and whispered in his ear,-- “Would you mind inviting me home to tea?” “Oh! certainly, come by all means, if you like,” said Boy, remembering that there were lots of things left in the larder. “Thank you awfully,” said the Advertiser King. “Much obliged,” echoed the other, and hurrying down the stairs and out into the street the three Kings went arm-in-arm to the Palace. CHAPTER XI.--WHAT HAPPENED IN THE GRIM FOREST. [Illustration: 9185] HEY entered the Palace gardens by the private gate, the key of which King Smith I. had given to Boy before he started, and were walking towards Boy’s apartments when they met His Majesty, the late footman, hurrying along one of the corridors. He bowed rather distantly to the other two Kings, and said to Boy, in an excited tone of voice,-- “I’ve found the Portmanteau!” “Never!” cried Boy. “Yes,” replied King Smith I., “I was sitting having my tea, when suddenly it dropped down from somewhere on to the tea-table. I can’t think where it came from. Come and see it;” and he led the way to his apartments, where, sure enough, there was the Portmanteau, about which such a fuss had been made. It was quite an ordinary-looking one, but there could be no mistake as to whom it belonged, for there were the words, ```"H.M. the King of Limesia. ````His Bag” written on it, and below in smaller letters-- ```”_Steal not this bag for fear of shame,_ ```_For on it is the owner’s name_.” “Where can it have come from?” asked Boy, gazing at it curiously. “I can’t think,” replied King Smith I., “unless Ohah had something to do with it. I shouldn’t be at all surprised if he had a finger in the pie.” “Perhaps,” suggested Boy, “he made it invisible like the Prince and Princess, and now that he is a Kottle his charms have lost their power.” “Very likely,” agreed the others. And then the question arose, “What should be done with it?”