"I'm not grumpy—as you call it. Only, your characters are rather conventionally drawn. However, go on, go on."
"There was a distinct suggestion of menace in your tone. But never mind. If you didn't really mean it, we'll pretend there wasn't.—Well, my dears," he went on, turning, so as to include the King in his audience, "you never will believe me, but it's a solemn, sober fact that these two princesses were twin sisters, and that they looked so much alike that nobody, not even their own born mother, could tell them apart. Now, wasn't that surprising? Only, Ragglesnag looked like Gugglegoo suddenly curdled and gone sour, you know; and Gugglegoo looked like Ragglesnag suddenly wreathed out in smiles and graces. So that the courtiers used to say, 'Hello! What can have happened? Here comes dear Princess Gugglegoo looking as black as thunder.' Or else—'Bless us and save us! What's this miracle? Here comes old Ragglesnag looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.'——Well, and then. . . . ."
"Oh, you needn't continue," the Queen interrupted, bridling. "You're tedious and obvious, and utterly unfair and unjust. I hope I'm not an insipid little fool, like Gugglegoo; but I don't think I'm quite a termagant, either, like your horrid exaggerated Ragglesnag."
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" wailed Florimund. "Why will people go and make a personal application of everything a fellow says? If l had been even remotely thinking of your Majesty, I should never have dreamed of calling her by either of those ridiculous outlandish names. Gugglegoo and Ragglesnag, indeed!"
"What would you have called her?" the King asked, who was chuckling inscrutably, in his arm-chair.
"Well, I might have called her Ragglegoo, and I might have
