Marigold

CHAPTER I

How the bright flowers were springing up after the rain, and how the birds were singing in the sunshine! The Princess of Ellel looked out of a window, and plucked some cherries off a tree and ate them with the appetite of youth. Then she drew in her head and made a wry face at her maid.

“What sickly fruit you grow here; it almost beats your champagne. There’s no flav...