penknife mentioned in your German exercises; now you know why so much fuss is made about it.)
The Princes fell to the ground, and when they recovered their wits Denis told them what he had done.
“Oh why did you cut us down?” said the Princes, “we were having such happy dreams.”
“Well,” said Denis, shutting up the penknife of the gardener’s boy, “of all the ungrateful chaps!” And he turned his back and marched off. But they ran quickly after him and thanked him and told him how they had been dreaming of walking arm in arm with the most dear and lovely Princesses in the world.
“Well,” said Denis, “it’s no use dreaming about them. You’ve got your own registered Princesses to find, and the half-Professor says, ‘Steal apples.’”
“There aren’t any more to steal,” said the Princes—but when they looked, there were the gold apples back on the tree just as before.
So once again they each picked one. Denis chose a different one this time. He thought it might be softer. The last time he had
