One summer evening many years later a traveler came to Queen Content’s country. He had traveled far and was weary, but he stopped to listen to the most beautiful music he had ever heard.
It was Queen Content’s Symphony Orchestra playing on the Green.
Do you know, little reader, what a symphony orchestra is? No? Then ask papa and mamma. If you live in Boston they will tell you about delightful Saturday evenings in winter, when they go to a concert. Or better still ask big sister. Watch her face light up as she tells you about “dreamy” Friday afternoons; her “magnificent” conductor, the “perfectly exquisite” first violin, etc., etc.
The adjectives are big sister’s—not mine.
Well, dear, in Queen Content’s country, love was the leader of the symphony orchestra, and he was assisted by faith, hope, peace, industry, thrift, health and many other players.
The traveler watched a band of laughing children on the green and the sounds of the beautiful orchestra gladdened his ears.
He closed his tired eyes and fell asleep. Queen Content found the traveler on her way and kissed his bonny face. It was Jock o’ the Pipes.
CHAPTER XX.
THE PROFESSOR’S SPECTACLES.
