"'My heavens!' she cried, and her voice was so full of horror that even Ludwig laughed, 'what has Your Highness done? That is against all etiquette.'
"Then our Princess turned just like a girl.
"'What!' she cried, and I never heard a voice so sweet and like a silver bell, 'may I not do such things any more?'
"'She is adorable," said Monsieur de Paillot, who was standing quite near mother.
"'She is an angel,' said the woman who talked so much."
"Why, Mariechen," interrupted Elsa, "that's what everybody now calls her."
Marianne nodded.
"Go on," commanded Carl, whose blue eyes were quite eager with listening.
"After that," went on the journal, "the Princesses went to the palace, where the Princes were waiting. We had to wait for the crowd to thin, and Monsieur de Paillot and Ludwig fell to talking. He is a French refugee, I think. Berlin is full of them.
"'Monsieur,' he said to Ludwig, 'this parade to-day recalls another that I saw when a Princess came, also, to my kingdom.'