The woman in great curiosity rushed from the oven to the door, and Florimel jumped down from his chair, running after her, and peering out from behind her.
“Soldiers!” she cried, astounded beyond measure. “What are they doing here, I wonder?”
LOOKING FOR BROWNIES
The farmer with cap in hand looked up at them, awed and confused by their fine airs and magnificence, and while they volleyed questions at him silently and stupidly shook his head, until at last in their impatience and disgust they put spurs to their horses’ flanks and galloped off in clouds of dust.
Then the good man ran toward the house, suddenly finding voice, and shouting at his wife:
“Here’s a great to do! The young Prince Florimel has disappeared in the night, and the whole kingdom is aroused!”
Then noticing Florimel for the first time he asked:
“But who is this?”
“A chance guest to break his fast with us,” said his wife. “But let us eat before the food grows cold.”