‘Send for the cook.’
‘Yes, your Majesty. Anything else?’
‘Yes; go away, and don’t come back.’
‘Yes, your Majesty. You’re quite sure there’s nothing——’
‘If you don’t go,’ said the King threateningly. But he had gone.
In a few minutes heavy footsteps were heard outside, and the door burst open violently, and a very fat person entered. She seemed a perfect mass of blacking and dust.
‘Who are you?’ said the King in astonishment.
‘I am the lady that does the cooking for you,’ said the cook solemnly.
‘Oh, you are,’ said the King; ‘and will your ladyship allow me to ask what that is?’ and he pointed to the breakfast.