This question, though backed by a genial smile, somewhat disconcerted the would-be donkey-boy. He was silent for a moment, then he answered, looking first at one and then at the other, with that straight glance of his, "I hae sometimes been disobedient to my grandparents, but I think I have learned better now."
"I am glad to hear that," said the Prince.
Then, speaking for the first time, the Queen said, "Well, Tam, if I make you my donkey-boy, will you promise to be obedient to all my slightest wishes and commands? Do not answer lightly. I am a severe mistress in that I expect the strictest obedience and attention to duty. But I, in return, am strict in doing my duty to those I employ."
"And if you prove a worthy and trustworthy servant," added the Prince, "your position is secure for life."
"Not, however, as a mere donkey-boy all your days," put in the Queen with a smile.
Said Tam with a faltering tongue: "If ye'll try me, your Majesty, I'll do my best, and," he added, as though struck with a sudden thought, "I'll no need to lick the donkeys, 'cos I ken hoo ta mek 'em run 'thout the stick."
Yetta threw up her hands in amaze.
"And how do you do that?" asked the Prince with a smile.
"I meks 'em carry a bunch o' thistles afore 'em."