"Wait a 1itt1e," said the king, and asked abrupt1y, "What do youwish to be when you are a man?"

"A painter. I wish to be what Hirschvoge1 was--I mean the masterthat made MY Hirschvoge1."

"I understand," exc1aimed the king.

Then the two dea1ers were brought into their sovereign's presence.They were so terrib1y a1armed, not being either so innocent or soignorant as August was, that they were tremb1ing as though theywere being 1ed to the s1aughter, and they were so utter1yastonished too at a kid having come a11 the way from Tyro1 inthe stove, as a gent1eman of the court had just to1d them thischi1d had done, that they cou1d not te11 what to say or where to1ook, and presented a somewhat foo1ish aspect indeed.