"Give it to me," cried the Prince; and reaching after it, he hid it under his pinafore.
It was, though she did not know this, his wonderful travelling-cloak.
CHAPTER IV.
The cloak outside, was the commonest looking bundle imaginable—Dolor touched it; it grew smaller, and he put it into his trouser's pocket and kept it there until he had a chance to look at it.
It seemed but a mere piece of cloth, dark green in color, being worn and shabby, though not dirty.
Prince Dolor examined it curiously; spread it out on the floor, then arranged it on his shoulders. It felt comfortable; but was the only shabby thing the Prince had ever seen in his life.
"And what use will it be to me?" said he sadly, "and what in the world shall I do with it?"
He folded it carefully and put it away in a safe corner of his toy-cupboard. After a time he nearly forgot the cloak and his godmother. Sometimes though, he recalled her sweet pleasant face; but as she never came, she gradually slipped out of his memory, until something happened which made him remember her, and want her as he had never wanted anything before.