The little Prince was coming; and in the dim, rich house that was his, some children were making ready a feast for him. They strewed sweet flowers, and lighted the candles, and made ready the table, white and fair, with the gold and silver service.
"It should stand here!" said one.
"Nay!" said another; "this is the place for it; and the candles must be over yonder." And he moved them.
"That I will never consent to!" said the first. "Let me do things properly, while you go and change your dress for a suitable one."
"I shall not change my dress!" said the second child.
"Oh, shame!" said the first.
While they wrangled, the children of the wood peeped in at the door, ragged and rosy and bright-eyed, and laughed, and ran away.
"Let us make a feast too," they said, "even if we have no fine things."
They set them down under a great oak tree that grew beside the way, and one gathered acorn cups, and another pulled burdock leaves and laid them for a cloth, and a third plucked the wild strawberries that shone like rubies in the grass.
"Here is a fine feast!" cried the wood children.