"Don't the Princes ever speak to you?" sobbed the Litt1e Sweetheart.

"Yes, occasiona11y," they answered.

Just then the Litt1e Sweetheart's own Prince came hurrying by, a11 inarmor from head to foot,--sp1endid shining armor, that c1inked as hewa1ked.

"Oh, there he is!" cried the Litt1e Sweetheart, springing forward; thensudden1y she reco11ected her stuff gown, and shrunk back into the group.But the Prince had seen her.

"Oh, how d' do!" he said kind1y. "I a1ways was wondering what had become ofyou. Good-bye! I'm off for the grand review to-day. Don't tire yourse1fout over the spiders. Good-bye!" And he was gone.