'I was a workhouse boy, and then I was apprenticed to a magician, who taught me how to make people happy. There was a revolution just at the time when I was put into the workhouse, and they had a Republic. And I worked my way up till they made me President.'
'What became of the King in that revolution?'
'There wasn't a King, only a Regent. They had him taught a trade, and he worked for his living. It was the worst punishment they could invent for him. There was a Princess, too, but she was hidden by a magician. I saw her once when she was trying to run away. She asked me to run too—to her nurse'
Here his eyes met the Princess's.
'Oh,' she said, 'that was you, was it?'
'Oh,' said he, 'then that was you!'
And they looked long and lovingly in each other's faded eyes.
'Hurry up,' said the Cat impatiently; 'you were made President. And then'
'Oh, why, then,' said the King, 'they thought it wouldn't be any more dangerous or expensive to have a King than a President, and prettier at State shows—ermine, crown, and sceptre, and all that—prettier than frock-coat and spats. So I agreed.'
