"The princess was a little girl."
"And was the queen a lady?"
"The queen was the little girl's mamma."
"Oh, I know!" said Flora, jumping about in high glee, "I am the little princess and you are the queen, and this is the palace."
"Yes," said mamma.
"And papa is the king, and sister is the tall princess."
"Yes, dear."
"And I hope," she added, earnestly, "that the princess will never forget that she knows how to make sunshine."
"The queen hopes so too," said mamma.