"A low fellow," said the King.
"But always in high spirits," said Lowboy.
"I am the only one here who is allowed to make jokes," said the King.
"It must be great to be a king," said Lowboy.
"It is," said the King. "Take this fellow and set him to weeding the royal strawberry beds for ten years. And you," he said, turning to Highboy, "stole my raspberries. Since you like them so well, you may pick them for ten years. Away with them! As for you two," pointing to Andy and Hortense—
Here the Queen interrupted.
"They look like a nice little boy and girl," said she. "Keep them until morning and then look further into the matter. Perhaps they are speaking the truth. I'm sure they are." And she smiled upon them.
The King walked up and down for a moment, without speaking.
"Very well. Be it as you wish," he agreed at last. "It is the Queen's privilege to command clemency."
"She should have some privilege if she has to laugh at the royal jokes," said Lowboy.