of course, my dears, that the name of that capital is Blombodinga); but the most charming of all his pieces was a portrait of the Princess Angelica, which all the Crim Tartar nobles cam

ncipal nobility while at Blombodinga, and became all the fashion, to the perfect rage of all the artists in Paflagonia, where the King us

ay it seemed to grow handsomer and handsomer, and the Princess grew so fond of looking at it, that she would often spill the tea over

, my dears, when you are ill and mamma sends for the medical man. And the only person who visited Giglio (besides his friend the captain of the guard, who wa

ning and evening, Prince Giglio used to say, "Be

nk you, my Lord." And Giglio would heave a sigh, and think,

n evening party, and did not speak to me"; or make some excuse or other, not strictly consonant with truth: for Betsinda was such a good-natured creature that she strove to do everything to prevent annoyance to Prince Giglio, and eve

his dear Angelica; and he felt so much better the next day, that he dressed and went downstairs - where, whom should he meet but Angelica going into the drawing-room? All the covers were off the chairs, the chandelier

elica: "YOU here in such a d

wnstairs, and feel so well today,

jellies, that you allude to them

you send them, Angel

him, "I was engaged in getting the rooms ready for His Royal Highness th

- Crim - Tartary!"

you never heard of such a country. What DID you ever hear of? You don't k

u are really not fit for society! You know nothing but about horses and dogs, and are only fit to dine in a mess-room with my Royal Father's heav

ou. THIS wasn't your language to me when you gave me this ring

saucy, rude creature! How dare you to remind me of your rudeness? As for your litt

r's marriage-rin

shan't marry ME. And give me back MY ring. I've no patience with people who boast about the things they give away

admired immensely whilst she wore this ring, and her husband was frantic when she was ill. But when she called her little Giglio to her, and put the ring on his finger, King Savio did not seem to care for his wife so much any more, but tra

grateful way. "I know who'll give me much finer

had been suddenly opened, he cried out, "Ha! what does this mean? Is THIS the woman I have been in love with all my

etch!" crie

science, you - yo

ries An

h the smallpox - and what? you have three fals

g with one hand, she dealt Giglio one, two, three smacks on the face, and wou

might remove a great deal of YOUR OWN, as I perceive, without

t habit, Count Gambabella, the first lord-inwaiting, entered and said, "Royal Highnesses! Their Majesties ex