A Rainy Day in Ragbad
CHAPTER 1
A Rainy Day in Ragbad
King Fumbo of Ragbad shook in his carpet slippers. He had removed his red shoes, so he could not very well shake in them.
“My dear,” quavered the King, flattening his nose against the cracked pane, “will you just look out of this window and tell me what you see?”
“My Dear” was really the Queen of Ragbad and years ago, when she had first come to the old red castle on the hill, she had worn her crown every day and was always addressed as “Your Majesty!” But as time passed and affairs in the kingdom had gone from bad to worse, My Dear, like many another Queen, had taken off her crown, put on her thimble and become plain Mrs Sew-and-Sew, and with all her sewing she had barely been able to keep the kingdom from falling to pieces. She was stitching a patch on the King’s Thursday cloak at this very minute I am telling you about.
“What now!” gasped the poor lady, and rushing to the window she also pressed her nose to the pane.
“Do you see what I see?” choked King Fumbo, clutching at her hand.