The king still stood there, looking as sheepish as a very much enlarged edition of a young school-boy.
Teenie flew at him, and smacked him twice briskly on the bare arm.
“You’re a naughty naughty king,” she cried. “Go back to your seat at once, and be good.”
The king looked down and smiled. So did Johnnie Smart, in his own way.
But everything was all right from this day, and his cannibalistic majesty never mentioned marriage to Miss Leona again.
Now Ooeya was Mlada’s favourite young wife, and, with the exception of a somewhat big mouth, she really was a pretty girl.
The other wives were really little more than maids to Ooeya, and, knowing her own power, she used to make them obey her slightest behest.
The happy idea occurred to Leona, of dressing Ooeya in a more suitable and pretty costume, than the rather scanty one she at present wore.
She took her on board ship with her, and brought her back in two days.
King Mlada was in ecstasies, and pressed his wife to his breast. She was a good spirit now, he said, and “he happy, oh! so happy.”