by Louisa M.
Marion had been ill, and was still so weak that she had to lie on her bed
many hours each day trying to sleep and rest. One winter afternoon when the snow
fell quietly outside and the room was very still, with Nurse dozing in her
chair, the kitten purring on the rug, and nothing new or pretty to look at but a
bunch of pansies in a glass beside the bed, Marion said to herself with a sigh,—
"If I only had some one to tell me a story I should be able to get through
this long day without fretting. But Mamma is away, Nurse is tired, and I know
all my books by heart; so what can I do, since I'm too tired to play with my
No one answered this important question; and Marion sighed again as she
turned to look at the other side of the room, hoping to discover some help or
amusement in that direction. The queer ladies on the great Japanese fan over the
glass stared at her with their small eyes, but seemed too busy drinking tea out
of red and yellow teapots to take any interest in the pale little girl on the
bed. The pins sat primly in the blue satin cushion as usual; but neither the
pearl fly, the golden rose-headed one, nor the funny mourning brooch Nurse was
so fond of,—with hair in it, and a picture of a fat baby at the back,—could
amuse Marion now. The dolls lay piled up in the cradle, with their poor arms and
legs sticking out in all directions, sadly neglected by their little mamma;
while the dear books upon the shelves had been read so often lately that they
had nothing new and pleasant to offer now.
"Oh dear! I wish the birds on the wall-paper or the children in the pictures
hanging round my room could sing and talk to me. I've been so good and patient I
really think some one ought to take pity on a poor little sick girl and
do something to please her," said Marion, with a third sigh, heavier than the
It made such a breeze that it blew one of the flowers out of the glass.
Marion took it up and looked at it, ready for any playmate, even a
It was a very pretty one, and showed such a smiling face among its dark and
bright petals that the child felt as if she had found a friend, and kissed it
softly, being rather tender-hearted just then as well as lonely.
To her great surprise the flower nodded at her, and then a faint, sweet voice
said, as she still held it close to her face,—
"Now I can speak, and am very glad to come and amuse you; for we have been
pitying you very much, because we also are lonely and homesick so far from our
"Why, you dear little thing, how lovely it is to hear you talk and see you
smile at me! Please tell me all about yourself. I'm fond of flowers, and was so
pleased when one of my schoolmates sent me this pretty nosegay of pansies," said
Marion, charmed with this surprise.
"I have no story; for I was born in a green-house, and have lived in a little
flower-pot all my life, with many sisters, who are carried away when they bloom,
and never come back again. We only sat for a few hours in a shop before we were
pinned in paper, and brought here by a dreadful boy, who left us at your door.
We were much pleased to find ourselves in this pretty vase of fresh water in a
quiet, warm room, with a gentle mistress to look at us. Now, if you want a story
about our people, I will tell you an old one that all our family know and like
"Do!" cried Marion; and then, with kitty asleep on her arm, she lay and
listened with the deepest interest to this little history of—
THE PRINCES AND THE PANSIES:
A FAIRY TALE.
Once upon a time there was a King who had two little sons, named Purple and
Plush because they always wore mourning for their mother, who died when they
were born. The King would not wear purple, which is the proper color for royal
sorrow. He was a very selfish man, and cared only for his own comfort; so he
lived in his splendid rooms, and amused himself among his books, quite lazy and
contented in his green velvet dressing-gown and red cap, sleeping a great deal,
reading, and drinking wine so that he might forget the loss of his beautiful
He did not care about his little sons, and left them to the nurses and then
the tutors, as they grew up from babies to pretty boys, so sweet and wise and
good that people said the spirit of their dead mother must watch over them; and
perhaps it did. They were always together, always busy, always kind and gentle,
but rather sad, because their father did not love them; and all the affection of
the many friends they made could not make up for the loss of father and mother
His subjects wanted the King to marry again, so that the court might be gay
with feasts and balls and splendid games as it used to be; but he was too
selfish and lazy to disturb himself, till a certain beautiful lady came to see
him. She was a widow, with two little daughters, named Primrose and Daffodil
because they always wore yellow gowns. Their mother was the Princess Jonquil,
and dressed in cloth of gold. She was very proud, and wished to be queen; so she
put on a purple velvet cloak, and made the little girls wear purple hats to look
as if they mourned like the rest of the kingdom, and went to court to marry the
King. They were all so pretty and charming that every one admired and welcomed
them; and while the Princess played chess and read poetry to amuse his Majesty,
the children played together and tried to be friends.
But Primrose and Daffodil were vain and selfish and wilful; and the little
Princes soon found that they expected to have their own way about everything,
and flew into sad passions if any one dared to reprove them. So the little boys
were more unhappy than ever when they were told that their father was to marry
the Princess, and these disagreeable girls were to be their half-sisters.
There was a splendid wedding, and the bells rang, and the trumpets sounded,
and every one feasted and danced; for the fountains were filled with wine, and
tables were spread in the market-place, so that all the poor people could have a
good time as well as the rich. The new Queen was very anxious to please her
subjects, and made things so gay that at first every one praised her; and the
King gladly let her rule, as it left him quiet with his books and bottles. Now
the little girls were prouder than ever, and shone like the sun in their fine
new gowns. But the Princes would not change their purple velvet suits, though
they put on gold belts and set jonquils in their caps in honor of the Queen.
They tried to enjoy the gayety, but soon found that they were neglected by every
one; for people saw who was to have the power, and hastened to pet and flatter
the young Princesses in order to please their mother. She showed how she meant
to rule the first time she took the throne; for the King was not there, and she
sat alone in her cloth-of-gold robes very splendid to see. She put her daughters
one at each side on the green satin chairs set for the Princes, and ordered the
poor boys to share her footstool between them.
Some people were very angry at this, and told the King. But he only said:
"Don't trouble me. Her Majesty will do as she thinks best; and my sons will obey
her as if they were her own." So nothing could be done; and the gentle boys sat
at the Queen's feet, while the vain little girls rustled and smiled and tossed
their heads on the high seats where they did not belong.
This was the beginning of sad times for the Princes; for the new mother
wanted them out of the way that she might reign when the King died. She dared
not send them away so soon; but she ordered them to live quietly with their
tutors and servants in a lonely part of the palace, and never allowed them to
come to the feasts, the hunting-parties, or any of the splendid shows with which
she amused the people. Since their father did not object, the boys obeyed, and
amused themselves by working among the flowers with old Adam, the gardener, who
taught them many curious, useful, and beautiful things about trees and plants.
They also learned to play and sing, and often sat in the summer evenings making
music with their little lutes sweeter than that of the nightingales in the
rose-bushes, or the court concerts, where the bad Queen and the proud Princesses
sat in all their splendor. The boys studied and grew wise with the teachers, who
loved them; but as time went by they began to long for more freedom and
pleasure, when the horns blew and all the great people rode away to hunt the
deer or fly their falcons. They begged the Queen to let them see their father;
but when she saw what handsome, tall lads they were growing she was more anxious
than ever to get rid of them, and in the night she sent her soldiers to take
them to the tower, where they were shut up in a high room, with only bread and
water to live on,—no books, no friends, no freedom; for no one knew where they
were, because the Queen told the father that they had run away, and when he had
sent some people to look for them he troubled himself no more about the matter.
So they lived for a year all alone in the tower; but they were not very
unhappy, for the sun smiled in at them, birds built nests in the ivy that
covered the gray walls, and the wind sang them to sleep as it roared or
whispered round their high room. They loved and cheered each other, and kept up
their courage till one day no bread and water was put in at the little wicket of
the door. For three days no food came, and then they knew that the wicked Queen
meant to starve them to death. People thought them lost; and all but the few who
were faithful forgot the Princes and obeyed the Queen, who now ruled over them
like a tyrant, while her daughters grew more proud and selfish every day, and
the old King slept most of the time, careless of everything but his ease.
"Now, brother, we must escape, for it is plain that no one will help us; so
we will help ourselves," said Purple bravely, resolving not to starve to death
to please a cruel stepmother.
"We will," cried Plush; "but how can we get out of this high tower with no
"We will make one. I've often planned it all, but thought it our duty to
obey. Now it is right to take care of ourselves, and try to reach our father if
we can. Let us braid ropes of the straw of our beds, the blankets and sheets,
and as many of our clothes as we can spare. All these will not make a ladder
long enough to reach the ground; but it will carry us down to where the ivy
branches are strong, and from there we can climb safely to the bottom. We will
go by night and find good old Adam. He will feed and help us and tell us what to
"A splendid plan! Let us set to work while our strength holds out or it will
be too late," answered Plush, who was very white and weak with hunger.
Busily flew the fingers, and soon long coils of cord were made; while the
poor lads chewed leaves and drank the rain to keep themselves alive. At last
they had enough to reach a long way down; and when night came Purple made his
brother go first,—for he was an hour younger, and rather lighter, and he wanted
to be sure he was safe before he escaped himself. Down climbed Plush, while the
other lad leaned out, with his hands on the frail ladder, holding his breath
till the dark figure was out of sight in the gloom, and a soft whistle told him
that all was safe with the dear boy. Then he followed, and Plush caught him in
his arms as he came climbing down; while all the little birds sat silent in
their nests among the ivy, and not a stout branch broke under the clinging hands
and feet,—for birds and plants loved them, and were faithful friends, as we
In the darkness the Princes found their way to Adam's house in the great
garden, and were welcomed joyfully; for the old man thought them dead. When he
heard their story he told them that they could never reach their father, and
that they were in danger of their lives if they tried to do so; for the Queen
was very cruel and powerful, and would not let them live if she could help it.
"Go away till you are grown, my dear little masters; then come back as men
and take the kingdom that belongs to you."
"But how can we live? What can we do, since we have no money or friends to
help us?" asked the boys, as they rested after a good supper.
"Here are your lutes," said old Adam; "I took care of them for you; and you
can go singing through the world, and so earn money for your bread. I will give
you some magic seeds which my father left me, saying that they would not grow
unless royal hands planted them, when they would bring fortune to the happy
owner for whom they bloomed. I taught you how to garden; so when you are safely
out of the kingdom sow the seed in some wild spot, and see if the story is true.
I have nothing else to give you but bread and wine and all good wishes, my dear
wronged Princes. God be with you, and bring you safely home again to reign over
us long and happily."
The brothers thanked him heartily, and at dawn stole out of the city with
their lutes at their backs, wallets of food at their sides, and each wrapped in
a russet mantle made out of Adam's old cloak. Freedom and fresh air soon gave
them back their strength and courage, and when they were at a safe distance from
home they began to sing and play in the villages as they travelled along. With
their faded suits, bonny faces, and gentle manners, they were a charming pair of
young troubadours, and every one was glad to listen to the sweet music they
made. Rich people threw silver into the caps they held up when the songs were
done, and poor people gladly gave them food and beds since they had no money to
give. In this way they got on very pleasantly through the winter, for in that
country there was no snow; and the lads grew strong and brave trudging over hill
and dale, with no enemies but wind and rain to fear, and leaving many friends
behind them. They liked the free life, though it was hard; but they never forgot
that they were princes, even when their purple suits were in rags and the russet
cloaks worn out. Nothing mean or selfish, cruel or unjust, ever disturbed the
peace of their honest hearts and clean consciences; and many generous acts,
gentle words, and brave thoughts made the beggar lads kings of themselves at
least, and very rich in the blessings of those whom they so kindly helped and
When spring came they were far from home, and felt that it was time to try
the fairy flowers. So they chose a sunny spot on a lonely moor, where the earth
was rich, and a brook kept it moist, and no one cared what they did, and there
they planted the seeds and tended them carefully. While waiting for the blossoms
they built a hut of green branches, and lived on wild berries, the rabbits they
snared, the fish they caught, and the black bread they bought of an old woman
who came to look for herbs. They had saved a little money, and when that was
gone one of them would wander off for a few days singing some more into the bag,
while the other watched over the bed of tender plants fast growing green and
They wondered what the magic flowers would be, and often feared that they
would never bloom, it was so long before any buds appeared.
"If no flowers come we shall know that we are not the right gardeners, though
we are royal," said Purple, as he watered the bed one day.
"Then we will go on singing till we get round the world, brother. By that
time we shall be men and can fight for our kingdom," answered Plush, weeding
busily in among the low plants that spread far and wide with large tightly
folded buds on all of them.
"Our old neighbor, the herb-woman, is very curious about this plot of ours,
and wants to know what we are going to raise here. I told her we did not know,
but when the flowers came she might see them, because she is very wise and this
may be some new herb which will cure the sick. That would be a pleasant thing to
do, even if we never made a fortune."
"Indeed it would! I'd rather make people happy than be a king, and so would
As the boys spoke a very sweet perfume filled the air, and all the leaves
rustled softly as if the south wind stirred them. Then everything was still
again, and the larks twittered high above their heads as if they were telling
some good news to the beautiful blue world far above the clouds.
Next morning, when the Princes went to their garden, lo! it was all in bloom,
and lay there like a gold and purple carpet fit for a king. The flowers were
pansies, but such as were never seen before; for these were very large and all
alike, looking like little faces, half sad, half cheerful, as the yellow and the
dark leaves framed them in. They were very sweet, and as they nodded in the wind
seemed to be whispering something to one another so interesting that the lads
longed to know the pretty story they were telling.
"What can we do with them, and how can they bring us good luck?" said the
elder brother, looking seriously down at the lovely things.
"Enjoy them first, then sell them in little posies, and so make money; for
they are the finest ever seen, and people will be glad to buy them," answered
the younger, as he began to gather the great beauties at his feet.
"So we can, and keep the seed, and go on planting and selling till we are
rich. It is slow work, but we learned to be patient in the tower, and will wait
to see what fortune heart's-ease is to bring us," said Prince Purple, going down
on his knees before a group of lovely flowers, who bent as if glad to be
gathered by such gentle hands.
"Heyday! what have we here? Surely you are fairy gardeners, my sons, to bring
such splendid blossoms out of this wild moor," said a cracked voice behind them,
as the old herb-woman came hobbling up with her apron full of mushrooms and her
basket of sweet-smelling roots and leaves.
"Only pansies, mother, for the market," answered Plush, looking up with a
"See how sweet they are! You shall have the first because you are so kind to
us," added Purple, offering her a bunch of them as gallantly as if he were
kneeling to a queen instead of an old woman as brown and wrinkled as a withered
"Good lads! I'll be still kinder and read the story these fine flowers are
trying to tell," she said, as her eyes shone and her skinny hands turned the
pansies to and fro. "I can read all plants, and so I learn many strange things.
See if you understand this sad tale, for this is what is written on these
flowers, and it must be true, for they cannot lie."
The Princes drew nearer and watched curiously as a trembling finger pointed
out the different parts while the old woman spoke, glancing into their tell-tale
faces now and then.
"There are five leaves. This great golden one sits alone on her green seat at
the top. These two smaller yellow ones, with a touch of purple in them, sit on
either side; but these two purple ones have only one seat between them, though
they are the handsomest of all. Now look here in the middle, and see this little
image like a man in a green gown and a red cap hiding away in the warmest,
safest place with a bag of seeds which will ripen by-and-by if he will let the
sun in. Come now, do you see any meaning to that, my sons?" asked the old soul,
with a sharp look at the boys, who blushed and smiled and sighed, but could not
speak, for here was their own sad story truly told in the magic flower.
The herb-woman nodded wisely, but only said in a kind tone, as she put the
posy in her bosom,—
"Heart's-ease won't grow for every one, but all the world wants it and will
pay well for it; so sell your pansies, lads, and earn a fortune worth having.
I'll be in the market-place when you come, and say a good word for you, though
you don't need it with such bonny faces and gentle ways of your own."
Then she went away, and the wondering Princes made haste to pick all the
flowers that were in bloom, tying the bunches up with sweet-scented grass, and
laying them in baskets of green rushes which they had made. A pretty sight it
was; for the little pansy faces seemed to smile up at whoever looked, the sweet
breath called out, "Come and buy us!" and the dew sparkled on the leaves like
diamonds on the gold and purple robes of some queen.
When the Princes came to the town they stood in the market-place and cried
their wares like the other people with fruit and vegetables; but their faces
were so noble, their voices so clear, their flowers so large and beautiful, that
in spite of their poor clothes and humble work every one who saw and heard them
felt that there was something strange and interesting about the fine boys who
called so sweetly,—
"Heart's-ease! here's fresh heart's-ease! Who'll buy? Who'll buy?"
All who passed were charmed with the great pansies, for the like had never
been seen in that country; so the baskets were soon empty, and more than one bit
of gold shone among the copper and silver coins in their pockets, because the
rich as well as the poor hastened to buy heart's-ease. Much pleased with their
day's work, the lads went gayly home to water the bed and rejoice over the buds
that were thicker than ever. After that they sold flowers all summer long; for
the magic pansies kept on blooming till the frost came, and every one who bought
them discovered that they really did bring comfort and happy thoughts, and this
made high and low eager to get them. Doctors sent for them for the sick; sad
people ordered many to cheer them up; even bad people loved them because the
bright faces, half grave, half gay, never reproached them, but smiled so
pleasantly, that they woke better feelings in the evil minds. Far and wide flew
the fame of this new herb, as they called it; and kings and queens begged for
the seed, since they especially needed heart's-ease. Several plants even reached
the lazy King as he sat in his luxurious room drinking his wine, studying, and
sleeping; and the sight of the flowers woke him up, for his beautiful dead
wife's name was Pansy, and he began to wonder where his sons could be and to ask
The Queen also needed the wonderful herb, for she was troubled by the
disorder of her kingdom. Her subjects did not love her, and grew tired of being
taxed to pay for her splendor. They began to rebel, especially the poor, of whom
she took no care, but left them to starve and suffer while she enjoyed herself.
Even the rich and noble people became discontented and wanted to be still richer
and nobler, and quarrelled among themselves, and hinted that she had killed or
banished the Princes, who ought to be ruling, and would now do it better than
Primrose and Daffodil had sent for the magic flowers because they wanted
everything new and pretty that they heard of, no matter what it cost. When the
lovely things arrived in beautiful china urns, the young Princesses were charmed
with them and forbade any one else to have them.
"These are our colors, and these flowers shall be our royal badge, and no one
must wear them under pain of death," they said; and they put their servants as
well as themselves into new suits of purple velvet and gold, very splendid to
see, with pansies everywhere,—on carriages and clothes, banners and
furniture,—very proud of the graceful coat-of-arms.
But they, like their mother, soon found that the name meant something more
than a pretty flower; for pensée is the French for "a thought," and into
their careless minds came thoughts of all the harm they had done, as if the
breath of the new-fashioned violet reproached them, while the sweet little faces
recalled the sad ones of the banished boys whose places they had unjustly taken.
So all were ill at ease, and the spell of the flower began to work at home as
well as abroad, helping to make things ready for the wanderers when they should
Meantime the Princes were travelling round the world, learning much and
growing wise and good as well as tall and brave, and handsomer than ever. In the
winter time they sang and played, and no Christmas feast was merry without the
lute-players, no peasant's wedding quite perfect till they came, and often in
palaces they made music for lords and ladies to dance by, and were generously
paid. But what they liked better was to sing in prisons, hospitals, or poor
places, where they not only gave pleasure but money, and then stole away without
stopping to be thanked, so happy to be able to help the sad and sick and
In summer they rested in some pleasant spot, and planted the magic seed which
would grow in any soil and was admired everywhere. So they went on their way
busily and happily, leaving music and flowers behind them, and making the world
brighter and better by sweet sounds and happy thoughts, till they were called
"The Blessed Boys," and were waited for and welcomed and loved east and west and
north and south.
Summers and winters passed, and they were tall youths when they came again to
their father's kingdom in their journey round the world. But though old and wise
enough now to rule, and sure to be gladly received by the discontented people,
they found that they no longer felt bitter and angry with those who had wronged
them. Time had taught them to forgive and forget; their peaceful, happy life
made war distasteful, and they loved freedom so well that they had no heart to
force others to obey.
"We reign over a larger and lovelier kingdom than this, our subjects love us
dearly, and we are not tied to a throne, but are as free as the wind; let us be
content with this, and ask for nothing more," said Prince Purple to his brother,
as they looked down on the familiar city while resting on a hill outside the
"I don't care to be shut up in a palace and obliged to live by rule any more.
But if what we heard is true, there is plenty of work to do for the poor here,
and we have saved so much we can at least begin to help those who suffer most.
No one need know us, and we can be at work while waiting for our father to
remember and recall us," answered Plush, who was as princely yet as delicate as
the soft silken stuff he loved to wear.
So they disguised themselves as young Brothers of Mercy in black hoods and
gowns, and went into the city looking about them for a home. Old Adam was still
alive, but very poor now; for the Queen had sent him away when the Princes
escaped, and the King had forgotten him. The boys found him out and told him who
they were, and lived with him, making the old man very happy, proud, and
comfortable. All day they went about among the poor, helping them in many ways;
for the money they had earned never seemed to give out, no matter how generous
they were. Heart's-ease sprang up where they walked, as if the magic seeds fell
out of their pockets unseen; and soon they could be traced all over the city by
happy faces, and the pots of pansies in humble windows where no flowers would
ever grow before. No one knew them by any name but that of "The Brothers;" and
many sick, sad souls blessed them for the good they did so quietly.
Before long, tidings of these wonderful young men reached the palace, where
the old King now lay ill, and the Queen lived in fear of her life, for the
people hated her and might break out at any moment. She sent for the Brothers;
and they came at once, hoping to do some good. Nobody recognized the pretty
Princes in the tall young monks, half hidden in their hoods and gowns; but
comfort and courage seemed to come with them, for the sick King grew stronger
when they prayed or sang beside him, and the sad Queen took heart, and confessed
her sins to them, begging them to tell her what to do, since selfish splendor
brought neither happiness, love, nor honor.
"Repent, and undo the wrong you have done," answered one Brother, boldly.
"But the Princes are lost or dead, and my people hate me," sighed the poor
"God has taken better care of the motherless boys than you did, and they will
come back when it is time. Do you pity and help your people. Make them love and
trust you; then you will be safe and happy, and your kingdom glorious," said the
other Brother in his gentle voice.
"I will, I will!" cried the Queen, while repentant tears fell on her
cloth-of-gold mantle, which was not dimmed by the salt drops, but seemed to
shine the brighter for them.
Then she took counsel with the Brothers; and while Plush nursed and cheered
the old father, Purple helped his stepmother to win the confidence of her people
by giving bread and money generously, building better houses for them, making
wiser laws, and ruling with mercy and justice, till peace came back and the
danger of rebellion was over,—for kindness conquers all things.
The Princesses at first objected to these changes, and were angry with the
new-comers for preaching self-denial, humility, and simplicity; but the monks
made them so beautiful by their persuasive words and lovely lives that soon
these royal girls, as well as all their ladies, began to see how selfish and
frivolous their days had been and to long for better things.
It took time to teach them to freely put away their fine clothes, forget
their luxurious habits, and heartily enjoy good books, wise society, real
charity, and all the sweet, simple duties, pleasures, and lessons which make
life happy and death peaceful when it comes to kings as well as beggars.
Slowly the beautiful work went on. The old father seemed to wake up and
wonder why he had been wasting time in dreams. It was too late now for him to
rule; he had not strength enough, and he vainly longed for his brave boys. The
Queen sat alone on the throne, forgiven and loved, and might have been happy if
the thought of the lost Princes had not haunted her till she was so full of
remorse and sorrow she resolved to go into a convent and do penance for her
sins. But who should reign in her place? The King was too old and feeble, the
Princesses too young, and the rightful heirs were lost or dead.
"Now is the time!" said Purple. "We are needed, and must enter into our
kingdom before some usurper comes to take it."
"I am ready, brother; and we both are fitter to rule as princes for having
learned to work, wait, and be happy as beggars," answered Plush.
There was to be a grand council of all the wise men, great lords, and good
people to decide about a new king; for the Queen wanted to abdicate, being tired
of her splendor. When all were gathered together, and the beautiful ladies
looked down from the gallery at the knights in armor, the gray-headed ministers,
and the sturdy citizens, every one was glad to see the beloved Brothers come in
and stand humbly at the lower end of the council board. They were welcome
everywhere; for though so young, they seemed to understand the hearts of people
better than the old men who studied books all their long lives. After much
debate the Queen said, as she left the great golden chair empty,—
"Let us leave it to our good friends who have helped us so much, and taught
us to see what is needed on a throne. Dear Brothers, come up hither, and tell us
who shall sit here, for I am not worthy."
Without a word the two young monks went to the high place, and, standing on
either side of the Queen, dropped off their disguises. There, brave in purple
velvet suits, with the golden heads and handsome faces of the royal boys, older
and graver, but still the same,—there were the lost Princes, come to their own
People were so startled that for a moment no one spoke or stirred; all stood
up and stared silently while Purple said, with a smile and gesture that won
"We are ready to take our rightful places, if you need us, glad to forget the
past, forgive our wrongs, and try to make the future happier for all. We have
been prisoners, beggars, gardeners, minstrels, and monks in our long wanderings.
Now we are princes again, more fit to rule because of the hard lessons we have
learned; while time and poverty and pain have taught us the value of patience,
justice, courage, and mercy."
As he ended a great shout greeted them, and the Queen fell at their feet
praying for pardon; while Primrose and Daffodil hid their faces, remembering the
cruel things they had said and done. There could be no doubt that the Princes
were welcome home and well beloved, for soon all over the city flew the glad
news. Bells rang, bonfires blazed, people danced and sang, and feasts were
spread in palaces and cottages in honor of the Blessed Boys.
The old King was startled wide awake, and so delighted that he got straight
out of his bed, cured of all his ills but age, as if by magic. The Queen smiled
again, and felt that she was forgiven; penitent Primrose and Daffodil grew as
sweet and gay as the flowers they were named for, and the Princes fell in love
with them in the good old fairy-tale fashion. Everything was all right now, and
the kingdom soon looked like a great garden of pansies; for the chosen flower
blossomed everywhere, and rich and poor loved it.
Before long two splendid weddings were seen at court, and a new throne was
made,—a double one, for on it sat the twin kings with their young wives beside
them. The old King abdicated at once; and the Queen was so tired of reigning
that she gladly devoted herself to her husband, both enjoying the happiness of
their children, who ruled long and well over Pansyland,—for they gave that name
to their country out of gratitude to the flower that brought them friends and
fortune, wisdom and heart's-ease.
"That is a pleasant story, and I shall remember it," said Marion, as the
teller leaned down to refresh itself with a sip of water after the long tale.
"Remember also what it means, my dear," said the flower in its sweet voice.
"Learn to rule yourself; make your own little kingdom a peaceful, happy one, and
find nothing too humble to teach you a lesson,—not even a Ladies'-Delight."