One of the ladies-in-waiting to the late Queen Victoria had a very bright little daughter about four years old of whom the Queen was very fond.
The Queen invited the child to have lunch with her.
Of course the mother was highly pleased, and charged the little girl to be very careful about her table manners, and to be very polite and careful before the Queen.
The little girl came home in high glee, and the mother asked her all about the luncheon.
“Were you a very polite little girl? and did you remember to do all I told you at the table?” asked the proud mama.
“Oh, yes. I was polite,” said the little one, “but the Queen wasn’t.”
“The Queen wasn’t!” said the mother. “Why, what did she do?”
“She took her chicken bone up in her fingers, and I just shook my finger at her like you did at me, and said, ‘Piggy, piggy, piggy!’”