imprinted the one kiss upon her forehead. She, however, taking his hand with a happy smile, stood with him before the throne.

"Well, my dearest daughter, you are a little happier now, I trust?" said the king.

'Just a very little, my royal father," she replied, "but it won't last long."

"Alas! no," said the disheartened king. "He is not a bit sad as he ought to be, for there he stands smiling, with that odious happy handsome face. What's to be done next?

"My dear father," cried the now-blushing princess, casting her eyes to the ground, "I know, and will tell you, but only in your ear."

Thereupon the king, leading the princess to an adjoining chamber, soon returned, and taking Unlucky Dog's hand, laid it in that of the princess, and said to all his assembled earls and knights

"It cannot be helped-it is fate's decree. This is my dear son, and when I come to die-your king."

So Unlucky Dog became a prince, and later a king. He lived in the golden palace, and gave the princess so many kisses that soon she was much happier than she had ever been in her whole life. The princess gave him numbers of sweet names-every day a new one; only sometimes when she was particularly wicked she would

say, "Do you remember the silly name you once possessed?" and then she would go off into peals of silvery laughter.

"Hush, hush, my darling! What would people say

if they heard you? Why I should at the very least lose all their proper respect; for who ever heard of a Christian being called 'Unlucky Dog'?"