“Let us keep it always like this!” said the littlest one; and the others cried: “Yes! yes!”
They waited all day for the coming of the King, but he did not come; only, toward sunset, a man with travel-worn clothes, and a kind, tired face passed along the road, and stopped to look over the wall.
“What a pleasant place!” said the man. “May I come in and rest, dear children?”
The children brought him in gladly, and set him on the seat that they had made out of an old cask. They had covered it with an old red cloak, to make it look like a throne; and it made a very good one.
“It is our playground!” they said. “We made it pretty for the King, but he did not come, and now we mean to keep it so for ourselves.”
“That is good!” said the man.
“Because we think pretty and clean is nicer than ugly and dirty!” said another.
“That is better!” said the man.
“And for tired people to rest in!” said the littlest one.
“That is best of all!” said the man.