Boy thought it ought to be sent back to the King of Limesia, but the others said “No! let him send for it, or come for it himself if he wants it;” and King Smith I. thought that an advertisement ought to be sent to the papers, worded something like this FOUND A RATHER SHABBY PORTMANTEAU, Belonging to some king or another. If not claimed within the next ten days, will be sold to defray expenses. The finder expects to be handsomely; rewarded. They could not come to any definite arrangements about it, though, and it was placed in the corner of the room while they had their tea. During this meal Boy was rather silent, for he was hatching in his own mind a little plot, in which the Portmanteau was to play an important part. “How far is Limesia from here?” he asked casually, while tea was going on. “Oh! not far,” was the reply; “it is the adjoining kingdom, just through the Grim Forest, you know.” Boy knew where the Grim Forest was, for it had been pointed out to him from one of the Palace windows--a great dark-looking wood stretching away as far as the eye could see. “Is there no other way of getting there?” he asked anxiously. “No,” was the reply, “that is the only way;” and Boy sat thinking and thinking till tea was over and the other Kings went home; then he suggested to King Smith I. that he should take charge of the Portmanteau till the King of Limesia sent for it, and this having been agreed to, he carried it up to his own apartments. “If I can only get it to the King of Limesia,” he thought, “he would no doubt be very pleased, and perhaps would advise me what I ought to do about fetching the little King back again;” for you see Boy was greatly worried at the way in which things were going on at Zum; he felt that with so many Kings and Queens about there was a great danger of the country coming to grief. So as soon as he could he manfully set out from the Palace quite alone to try and find his way through Grim Forest to Limesia. He had discarded his paper crown and sceptre and carried the precious Portmanteau--which fortunately was not very heavy--on his shoulder. He was rather alarmed at the prospect of his journey through the dark forest, but he was a brave, sturdy little fellow, and determined to make the best of it. He commenced whistling as he entered the wood, and had not gone far when he saw an old man gathering sticks. “Can you please tell me, is it far to Limesia?” he asked. “Eh?” said the man, putting his hand to his ear. “Is it far to Limesia, please?” repeated Boy. “Ay! that’s what I told her!” said the old man, shaking his head, “but she would put the onions into it. I told her the gentlefolks would be sure not to like’em.” “You don’t understand me,” shouted Boy; “I want to know the way to Limesia.” “I dare say they have, I dare say they have,” replied the old man; “use is no odds in these parts, sir.”