"Very sweet, your Majesty," said Zuzu, "and it is very nice with Waffles. I have eaten it often."
"But whence do you obtain this syrup?" asked the King.
"The best kind comes out of a tree," said Zuzu, who had often been with his uncle when he was making maple sugar.
"From a tree? Oh, I suppose you get it just as I do my palm wine when I wish, or my cocoanut milk. You cut a hole in the tree, and catch the juice in a cup?"
"It is something like that, your Majesty," replied Zuzu.
"Then, my dear," said the King, "take this little gold ax and run and catch me a cupful of syrup for my new Waffle."
Zuzu did as he was bid and soon came back with a cupful of very fair syrup. This the Widow at once spread upon the hot Waffle and offered it to the King.
"This syrup," said the King, touching his finger to the contents of the cup, "is most delicious. It is something we have had all along, but did not know it."
"Your Majesty," said the Widow Pickle anxiously, "I beg you will eat your Waffle while it is hot."
"Oh, very well," said the King wearily, "but surely you must know that I usually am very much more bored about eating things than any one can possibly be who has never been a King."