The Dwarf Woman 163

“Dear,” said his wife coaxingly, “it is
that poor boy”—she dared not call him the
king—‘“ He has been talking to me about
his home, and his father’s and mother’s
grief, until I really could bear it no longer.
I almost think he will die. You are so
clever, and they always mind you so much,

Ut
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, LG SS > SNS
ae AINE .

don’t you think you could persuade the
councillors to let them go?”
“Councillors? Pack of idiots! Ready
to swallow anything that fool of a woman
suggests! Of course they will die. Haven't
I always said so?”
“Yes, indeed, dear; they must all remember