“I shall have it taken down,” said the king. “Remove the child.”
“Please your Majesty, what am I to do with her?”
“Take her home with you.”
“I have six already, sire, and do not want her.”
“Then drop her where you picked her up.”
“If I do, sire, some one else will find her and bring her back to your Majesties.”
“That will never do,” said the king. “I cannot bear to look at her.”
“For all her ugliness,” said the queen, “she is plainly lost, and so is our Rosamond.”
“It may be only a pretence, to get into the palace,” said the king.
“Take her to the head scullion, soldier,” said the queen, “and tell her to make her useful. If she should find out she has been pretending to be lost, she must let me know.”