"I saw our King at the wedding, and he was most amusing. Of late years he has grown very stout, and because of his increased size he found it difficult indeed to pass through the room with his arm laden with the widow of Frederick the Great, our Queen Dowager.
"The crowd could not help punching him with their elbows.
"Think of it! Even Ludwig nudged our King!
"But he was not the least angry.
"He winked, actually winked, and then called out in his merry, jolly way:
"'Don't be shy, my children. The wedding father can have no more room to-day than the guests.'
"The Berliners were delighted.
"Our King is a great favourite because of his jokes and his calling the people 'Children.'
"But Ludwig does not admire him. He says one should weep to think of such a man wearing the crown of the Great Elector, or Frederick the Great, that he is like Charles II of England. He believes much in spirits and has mediums and such people always about him. But he is very benevolent and gives to the poor.
"Oh, it was fine at the wedding! I saw all the great people of the Court, and how I longed to be one of them and live in such splendour! But with torn dress and tired feet I came home to our humble dwelling. At least, it isn't so humble—mother would frown at such a word—but one says that when one goes to Court, where all is the grandest....