"It is against the rules," said the soldier.
"But you have my permission," said Frederick.
"Your permission!" cried the soldier. "And who are you?"
"I am the King."
"The King be hanged!" said the incorruptible sentry. "What would my Captain say?"
AN EMBARRASSING REQUEST.
"Will you kindly lend us your brush for a moment, Sir Reynard? You know a beaver never looks neat unless well brushed."