Before him he saw a great sheet of plate-glass, with some letters on it, running backward. Around him was a multitude of statuettes and fancy ornaments.
"Horror! I must be in the show-window!"
A clerk took him carefully in his hands, and having dusted him, put him back in his place.
His Serene Highness looked down upon the pedestal on which he stood, and saw a card with the figures $12.00 upon it.
"Good heavens! I am worth a treasure! That, at least, partially consoles one."
And the people stopped on the other side of the plate-glass to admire the wonderful bit of clay statuary representing a ragamuffin selling matches and newspapers. Everybody praised the artist, and laughed at the droll expression and bungling figure of the great Migajas, while he in the inmost recesses of his clay repeated in anguish,—
"A puppet! a puppet! forever! through time everlasting!"