\"What is it, my darling? You know how much I love you. You may be sure that I will give it to you.\"
\"No, mamma, I am afraid you won't. I want you to let me run about barefooted in that puddle in the avenue.\"
His mother of course could not grant this request, and the little fellow mourned very justly over the misfortune of being a prince, which prevented him from enjoying himself like other boys in playing in the mud.
\"What is it, my darling? You know how much I love you. You may be sure that I will give it to you.\"
\"No, mamma, I am afraid you won't. I want you to let me run about barefooted in that puddle in the avenue.\"
His mother of course could not grant this request, and the little fellow mourned very justly over the misfortune of being a prince, which prevented him from enjoying himself like other boys in playing in the mud.
