"A big cherry?" asked Filamlna.
"Yes," said the merchant. "The biggest kind of a cherry."
"Well," said Filamina, putting all this down on her paper, "you can come again in a week, and I will see what I can do for you."
The next was a beautiful damsel who had lost her lover.
"What kind of a person is he?" asked Filamina.
"Oh," said the beautiful damsel, "he is handsomer than tongue can tell. Tall, magnificent, and splendid in every way. He is more graceful than a deer, and stronger than a lion. His hair is like flowing silk, and his eyes like the noon-day sky."
"Well, don't cry any more," said Filamina. "I think we shall soon find him. There can't be many of that kind. Come again in a week, if you please."
The next person was a covetous king, who was very anxious to possess the kingdom next to his own.
"The only difficulty is this," he said, his greedy eyes twinkling as he spoke, "there is an old king on the throne, and there is a very young heir—a mere baby. If they were both dead, I would be the next of kin, and would have the kingdom. I don't want to have them killed instantly. I want something that will make them sicker, and sicker, and sicker, till they die."
"Then you would like something suitable for a very old man, and something for a very young child?" said Filamina.
"That is exactly it," replied the covetous king.
"Very well," said Filamina; "come again in a week, and I will see what I can do for you."
The covetous king did not want to wait so long, but there was no help for it, and he went away.
Next came forward a young man, who wanted to find out how to make gold out of old iron bars and horseshoes. He had tried
