"Will you?" laughed Dimples. "But what if she pulls down your wonderful palace?"
"Ah," said Prince Picotee, gravely, "I shall not tell her about the bottom brick!"
The Lady Daffodilia
No one in the whole kingdom was so idle, or so careless, or so thoughtless as the Lady Daffodilia. The only thing she had done ever since she was born was to grow and grow and grow, so that, although she was only twelve years old, she was quite as tall as the Countess, her mother. In fact, she was tall enough to be conceited about it, which, of course, was extremely foolish of her, for she had certainly had nothing to do with it herself.
"You are a whole year older than I am, but I am a head taller than you," was what she said to Prince Brilliant, when he came to play with her, one day. She was perched on the garden wall at the time, so she was able to look down on the little Prince even more than usual.
"Hush!" said the Countess, who was drinking tea on the lawn. "That is not the way to speak to a Prince."
Prince Brilliant stuck his chin into the air and tried to make the most of his height.