"
So the poor thing was obliged to stifle her pride once more. She was
kept very busy, and the footman and the butler would be very impudent
about looking for a kiss, but she let a screech out of her the first
attempt was made, and the cook gave the fellow such a lambasting with
the besom that he made no second offer. She went home to her husband
every night, and she carried broken victuals wrapped in papers in her
side pockets.
A week after she got service there was great bustle in the kitchen.
The King was going to be married, but no one knew who the bride was to
be. Well, in the evening the cook filled the Princess's pockets with
cold meat and puddens, and, says she, "Before you go, let us have a
look at the great doings in the big parlor." So they came near the
door to get a peep, and who should come out but the King himself, as
handsome as you please, and no other but King Whiskers himself. "Your
handsome helper must pay for her peeping," said he to the cook, "and
dance a jig with me." Whether she would or no, he held her hand and
brought her into the parlor. The fiddlers struck up, and away went
_him_ with _her_. But they hadn't danced two steps when the meat and
the puddens flew out of her pockets.
Pages:
478
479
480
481
482
483
484
485
486
487
488
489
490
491
492
493
494
495
496
497
498
499
500
501
502