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somebody. With the Sword of Sharpness I'd make the enemy whistle! Drive on, Jack."
    "'As a prins in distress, I apeal to your valler, so renouned in Europe. I am kept out of my own; my royal father, King Gems,'--well, this is the worst spelling I ever saw in my life! He means King
James
,--'my royal father, King Gems, being druv into exile by a crewl Usurper, the Elector of Hannover. King Gems is
old
, and likes a quiat life; but I am determined to make an effort, if I go alone, and Europe shall here of Prince Charles. Having heard--as who has not?--of your royal Highness's courage and sordsmanship, I throw myself at your feet, and implore you to asist a prins in distres. Let our sords be drawn together in the caus of freedom and an outraged country, my own.
    "'I remain, "'Prins and dear Cuzen, "'CHARLES, P. W.'
    "P. W. means Prince of Wales," added Jaqueline. "He is turned out of England you know, and lives at Rome with his father."
    "I like that chap," said Prince Ricardo. "He does not spell very well, as you say, but I sometimes make mistakes myself; and I like his spirit. I've been looking out for an adventure; but the big game is getting shy, and my sword rusts in his scabbard. I'll tell you what, Jack--I've an idea! I'll put him on the throne of his fathers; it's as easy as shelling peas: and as for that other fellow, the Elector, I'll send him back to Hanover, wherever that may be, and he can go on electing, and polling his vote in peace and quietness, at home. Just wait till I spot the places."
    The prince ran up to the turret, fetched the magic spy-glass, and looked up London, Rome, and Hanover, as you would in a map.
    "Well, Dick, but how do you mean to do it?"
    "Do it?--nothing simpler! I just take my Seven-league Boots, run over to Rome, pick up Prince Charles, put him on the magic carpet, fly to London, clap the Cap of Darkness on him so that nobody can see him, set him down on the throne of his fathers; pick up the Elector, carry him over to his beloved Hanover, and the trick is done--what they call a bloodless revolution in the history books."
    "But if the English don't like Prince Charles when they get him?"
    "Like him? they're sure to like him, a young fellow like that! Besides, I'll take the sword with me in case of accidents."
    "But, Dick, it is your father's rule that you are never to meddle in the affairs of other countries, and never to start on an expedition when he is not at home."
    "Oh, he won't mind this time! There's no kind of danger; and I'm sure he will approve of the
principle
of the thing. Kings must stick up for each other. Why, some electing characters might come here and kick
us
out!"
    "Your father is not the sort of king who is kicked out," said Jaqueline.
    But there was no use in talking to Dick. He made his simple preparations, and announced that he would be back in time for luncheon.
    What was poor Jaqueline to do? She was extremely anxious. She knew, as we saw, what King Prigio had intended about changing the fairy things for others that would not work. She was certain Dick would get himself into a scrape; how was she to help him? She made up her mind quickly, while Dick was putting his things together. She told the queen (it was the nearest to the truth she could think of) that she "was going for a turn with Dick." Then she changed herself into a mosquito--a kind of gnat that bites--and hid herself under a fold of Dick's coat. Of course he knew nothing about her being there. Then he started off in his Seven- league Boots, and before you could say "Jack Robinson" he was in Rome, in the grounds of a splendid palace called the Villa Borghese.
    There he saw an elderly gentleman, in a great curled wig, sound asleep on a seat beneath a tree. The old gentleman had a long, pale, melancholy face, and across his breast was a broad blue ribbon with a star. Ah! how changed was King James from the handsome Prince who had loved fair Beatrix Esmond, thirty years ago! Near him were two boys, not quite