48 THE LIGHT PRINCESS.
would flow. She looked grave, and her laugh ing sounded uncommonly like screaming—that was all. The good old tyrant, though he pur on his best gold spectacles to look, could not discover the smallest cloud in the serene blue of her eyes.
PUT ME IN AGAIN.
It must have been about this time that the son of a king, who lived a thousand miles from Lago-bel, set out to look for the daughter of a queen. He travelled far and wide, but as sure as he found a princess, he found some fault in her. Of course he could not marry a mere woman, however beautiful ; and there was no princess to be found worthy