"The prettiest little baby girl in white and pink, with a wreath of roses on her curls, came out on the platform to welcome the Princess. She was like a round-cheeked cherub, and she carried a bouquet of roses almost as big as herself. It was a poem she said of great big grown-up words, and her mouth was so tiny that it made everybody smile just to see her.
"'When thou appearest,' she began, and kept ducking her little head and then smiling at the Princess and looking out of the corners of her eyes.
"I have never seen anything half so pretty.
"And when she was through, what did she do but just stand and look at the Princess and smile, as much as to say: 'And how, dear Princess, do you like it?'
"And then what did our new Princess do but spring forward, catch the little round-cheeked thing in her arms and hug and kiss her as if not a soul was looking.
"'You darling!' she said.
"The people were just wild.
"'She will not only be our Queen,' said the woman who talked so much, 'she will be a mother to her people.'
"But the Mistress of Court Ceremonies was shocked.
"We could hear what she said, quite distinctly.