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    THERE was once a king, and he had a queen; and he was the manliest
    of his sex, and she was the loveliest of hers. The king was, in
    his private profession, under government. The queen's father had
    been a medical man out of town.

    They had nineteen children, and were always having more. Seventeen
    of these children took care of the baby; and Alicia, the eldest,
    took care of them all. Their ages varied from seven years to seven

    Let us now resume our story.

    One day the king was going to the office, when he stopped at the
    fishmonger's to buy a pound and a half of salmon not too near the
    tail, which the queen (who was a careful housekeeper) had requested
    him to send home. Mr. Pickles, the fishmonger, said, 'Certainly,
    sir; is there any other article? Good-morning.'

    The king went on towards the office in a melancholy mood; for
    quarter-day was such a long way off, and several of the dear
    children were growing out of their clothes. He had not proceeded
    far, when Mr. Pickles's errand-boy came running after him, and
    said, 'Sir, you didn't notice the old lady in our shop.'

    'What old lady?' inquired the king. 'I saw none.'

    Now the king had not seen any old lady, because this old lady had
    been invisible to him, though visible to Mr. Pickles's boy.
    Probably because he messed and splashed the water about to that
    degree, and flopped the pairs of soles down in that violent manner,
    that, if she had not been visible to him, he would have spoilt her

    Just then the old lady came trotting up. She was dressed in shot-
    silk of the richest quality, smelling of dried lavender.

    'King Watkins the First, I believe?' said the old lady.

    'Watkins,' replied the king, 'is my name.'

    'Papa, if I am not mistaken, of the beautiful Princess Alicia?'
    said the old lady.

    'And of eighteen other darlings,' replied the king.

    'Listen. You are going to the office,' said the old lady.

    It instantly flashed upon the king that she must be a fairy, or how
    could she know that?

    'You are right,' said the old lady, answering his thoughts. 'I am
    the good Fairy Grandmarina. Attend! When you return home to
    dinner, politely invite the Princess Alicia to have some of the
    salmon you bought just now.'

    'It may disagree with her,' said the king.

    The old lady became so very angry at this absurd idea, that the
    king was quite alarmed, and humbly begged her pardon.

    'We hear a great deal too much about this thing disagreeing, and
    that thing disagreeing,' said the old lady, with the greatest
    contempt it was possible to express. 'Don't be greedy. I think
    you want it all yourself.'

    The king hung his head under this reproof, and said he wouldn't
    talk about things disagreeing any more.

    'Be good, then,' said the Fairy Grandmarina, 'and don't. When the
    beautiful Princess Alicia consents to partake of the salmon, - as I
    think she will, - you will find she will leave a fish-bone on her
    plate. Tell her to dry it, and to rub it, and to polish it till it
    shines like mother-of-pearl, and to take care of it as a present
    from me.'

    'Is that all?' asked the king.

    'Don't be impatient, sir,' returned the Fairy Grandmarina, scolding
    him severely. 'Don't catch people short, before they have done
    speaking. Just the way with you grown-up persons. You are always
    doing it.'

    The king again hung his head, and said he wouldn't do so any more.

    'Be good, then,' said the Fairy Grandmarina, 'and don't! Tell the
    Princess Alicia, with my love, that the fish-bone is a magic
    present which can only be used once; but that it will bring her,
    that once, whatever she wishes for, PROVIDED SHE WISHES FOR IT AT
    THE RIGHT TIME. That is the message. Take care of it.'

    The king was beginning, 'Might I ask the reason?' when the fairy
    became absolutely furious.

    'WILL you be good, sir?' she exclaimed, stamping her foot on the
    ground. 'The reason for this, and the reason for that, indeed!
    You are always wanting the reason. No reason. There! Hoity toity
    me! I am sick of your grown-up reasons.'

    The king was extremely frightened by the old lady's flying into
    such a passion, and said he was very sorry to have offended her,
    and he wouldn't ask for reasons any more.

    'Be good, then,' said the old lady, 'and don't!'

    With those words, Grandmarina vanished, and the king went on and on
    and on, till he came to the office. There he wrote and wrote and
    wrote, till it was time to go home again. Then he politely invited
    the Princess Alicia, as the fairy had directed him, to partake of
    the salmon. And when she had enjoyed it very much, he saw the
    fish-bone on her plate, as the fairy had told him he would, and he
    delivered the fairy's message, and the Princess Alicia took care to
    dry the bone, and to rub it, and to polish it, till it shone like

    And so, when the queen was going to get up in the morning, she
    said, 'O, dear me, dear me; my head, my head!' and then she fainted

    The Princess Alicia, who happened to be looking in at the chamber-
    door, asking about breakfast, was very much alarmed when she saw
    her royal mamma in this state, and she rang the bell for Peggy,
    which was the name of the lord chamberlain. But remembering where
    the smelling-bottle was, she climbed on a chair and got it; and
    after that she climbed on another chair by the bedside, and held
    the smelling-bottle to the queen's nose; and after that she jumped
    down and got some water; and after that she jumped up again and
    wetted the queen's forehead; and, in short, when the lord
    chamberlain came in, that dear old woman said to the little
    princess, 'What a trot you are! I couldn't have done it better

    But that was not the worst of the good queen's illness. O, no!
    She was very ill indeed, for a long time. The Princess Alicia kept
    the seventeen young princes and princesses quiet, and dressed and
    undressed and danced the baby, and made the kettle boil, and heated
    the soup, and swept the hearth, and poured out the medicine, and
    nursed the queen, and did all that ever she could, and was as busy,
    busy, busy as busy could be; for there were not many servants at
    that palace for three reasons: because the king was short of money,
    because a rise in his office never seemed to come, and because
    quarter-day was so far off that it looked almost as far off and as
    little as one of the stars.

    But on the morning when the queen fainted away, where was the magic
    fish-bone? Why, there it was in the Princess Alicia's pocket! She
    had almost taken it out to bring the queen to life again, when she
    put it back, and looked for the smelling-bottle.

    After the queen had come out of her swoon that morning, and was
    dozing, the Princess Alicia hurried up-stairs to tell a most
    particular secret to a most particularly confidential friend of
    hers, who was a duchess. People did suppose her to be a doll; but
    she was really a duchess, though nobody knew it except the

    This most particular secret was the secret about the magic fish-
    bone, the history of which was well known to the duchess, because
    the princess told her everything. The princess kneeled down by the
    bed on which the duchess was lying, full-dressed and wide awake,
    and whispered the secret to her. The duchess smiled and nodded.
    People might have supposed that she never smiled and nodded; but
    she often did, though nobody knew it except the princess.

    Then the Princess Alicia hurried down-stairs again, to keep watch
    in the queen's room. She often kept watch by herself in the
    queen's room; but every evening, while the illness lasted, she sat
    there watching with the king. And every evening the king sat
    looking at her with a cross look, wondering why she never brought
    out the magic fish-bone. As often as she noticed this, she ran up-
    stairs, whispered the secret to the duchess over again, and said to
    the duchess besides, 'They think we children never have a reason or
    a meaning!' And the duchess, though the most fashionable duchess
    that ever was heard of, winked her eye.

    'Alicia,' said the king, one evening, when she wished him good-

    'Yes, papa.'

    'What is become of the magic fish-bone?'

    'In my pocket, papa!'

    'I thought you had lost it?'

    'O, no, papa!'

    'Or forgotten it?'

    'No, indeed, papa.'

    And so another time the dreadful little snapping pug-dog, next
    door, made a rush at one of the young princes as he stood on the
    steps coming home from school, and terrified him out of his wits;
    and he put his hand through a pane of glass, and bled, bled, bled.
    When the seventeen other young princes and princesses saw him
    bleed, bleed, bleed, they were terrified out of their wits too, and
    screamed themselves black in their seventeen faces all at once.
    But the Princess Alicia put her hands over all their seventeen
    mouths, one after another, and persuaded them to be quiet because
    of the sick queen. And then she put the wounded prince's hand in a
    basin of fresh cold water, while they stared with their twice
    seventeen are thirty-four, put down four and carry three, eyes, and
    then she looked in the hand for bits of glass, and there were
    fortunately no bits of glass there. And then she said to two
    chubby-legged princes, who were sturdy though small, 'Bring me in
    the royal rag-bag: I must snip and stitch and cut and contrive.'
    So these two young princes tugged at the royal rag-bag, and lugged
    it in; and the Princess Alicia sat down on the floor, with a large
    pair of scissors and a needle and thread, and snipped and stitched
    and cut and contrived, and made a bandage, and put it on, and it
    fitted beautifully; and so when it was all done, she saw the king
    her papa looking on by the door.


    'Yes, papa.'

    'What have you been doing?'

    'Snipping, stitching, cutting, and contriving, papa.'

    'Where is the magic fish-bone?'

    'In my pocket, papa.'

    'I thought you had lost it?'

    'O, no, papa.'

    'Or forgotten it?'

    'No, indeed, papa.'

    After that, she ran up-stairs to the duchess, and told her what had
    passed, and told her the secret over again; and the duchess shook
    her flaxen curls, and laughed with her rosy lips.

    Well! and so another time the baby fell under the grate. The
    seventeen young princes and princesses were used to it; for they
    were almost always falling under the grate or down the stairs; but
    the baby was not used to it yet, and it gave him a swelled face and
    a black eye. The way the poor little darling came to tumble was,
    that he was out of the Princess Alicia's lap just as she was
    sitting, in a great coarse apron that quite smothered her, in front
    of the kitchen-fire, beginning to peel the turnips for the broth
    for dinner; and the way she came to be doing that was, that the
    king's cook had run away that morning with her own true love, who
    was a very tall but very tipsy soldier. Then the seventeen young
    princes and princesses, who cried at everything that happened,
    cried and roared. But the Princess Alicia (who couldn't help
    crying a little herself) quietly called to them to be still, on
    account of not throwing back the queen up-stairs, who was fast
    getting well, and said, 'Hold your tongues, you wicked little
    monkeys, every one of you, while I examine baby!' Then she
    examined baby, and found that he hadn't broken anything; and she
    held cold iron to his poor dear eye, and smoothed his poor dear
    face, and he presently fell asleep in her arms. Then she said to
    the seventeen princes and princesses, 'I am afraid to let him down
    yet, lest he should wake and feel pain; be good, and you shall all
    be cooks.' They jumped for joy when they heard that, and began
    making themselves cooks' caps out of old newspapers. So to one she
    gave the salt-box, and to one she gave the barley, and to one she
    gave the herbs, and to one she gave the turnips, and to one she
    gave the carrots, and to one she gave the onions, and to one she
    gave the spice-box, till they were all cooks, and all running about
    at work, she sitting in the middle, smothered in the great coarse
    apron, nursing baby. By and by the broth was done; and the baby
    woke up, smiling, like an angel, and was trusted to the sedatest
    princess to hold, while the other princes and princesses were
    squeezed into a far-off corner to look at the Princess Alicia
    turning out the saucepanful of broth, for fear (as they were always
    getting into trouble) they should get splashed and scalded. When
    the broth came tumbling out, steaming beautifully, and smelling
    like a nosegay good to eat, they clapped their hands. That made
    the baby clap his hands; and that, and his looking as if he had a
    comic toothache, made all the princes and princesses laugh. So the
    Princess Alicia said, 'Laugh and be good; and after dinner we will
    make him a nest on the floor in a corner, and he shall sit in his
    nest and see a dance of eighteen cooks.' That delighted the young
    princes and princesses, and they ate up all the broth, and washed
    up all the plates and dishes, and cleared away, and pushed the
    table into a corner; and then they in their cooks' caps, and the
    Princess Alicia in the smothering coarse apron that belonged to the
    cook that had run away with her own true love that was the very
    tall but very tipsy soldier, danced a dance of eighteen cooks
    before the angelic baby, who forgot his swelled face and his black
    eye, and crowed with joy.

    And so then, once more the Princess Alicia saw King Watkins the
    First, her father, standing in the doorway looking on, and he said,
    'What have you been doing, Alicia?'

    'Cooking and contriving, papa.'

    'What else have you been doing, Alicia?'

    'Keeping the children light-hearted, papa.'

    'Where is the magic fish-bone, Alicia?

    'In my pocket, papa.'

    'I thought you had lost it?'

    'O, no, papa!'

    'Or forgotten it?'

    'No, indeed, papa.'

    The king then sighed so heavily, and seemed so low-spirited, and
    sat down so miserably, leaning his head upon his hand, and his
    elbow upon the kitchen-table pushed away in the corner, that the
    seventeen princes and princesses crept softly out of the kitchen,
    and left him alone with the Princess Alicia and the angelic baby.

    'What is the matter, papa?'

    'I am dreadfully poor, my child.'

    'Have you no money at all, papa?'

    'None, my child.'

    'Is there no way of getting any, papa?'

    'No way,' said the king. 'I have tried very hard, and I have tried
    all ways.'

    When she heard those last words, the Princess Alicia began to put
    her hand into the pocket where she kept the magic fish-bone.

    'Papa,' said she, 'when we have tried very hard, and tried all
    ways, we must have done our very, very best?'

    'No doubt, Alicia.'

    'When we have done our very, very best, papa, and that is not
    enough, then I think the right time must have come for asking help
    of others.' This was the very secret connected with the magic
    fish-bone, which she had found out for herself from the good Fairy
    Grandmarina's words, and which she had so often whispered to her
    beautiful and fashionable friend, the duchess.

    So she took out of her pocket the magic fish-bone, that had been
    dried and rubbed and polished till it shone like mother-of-pearl;
    and she gave it one little kiss, and wished it was quarter-day.
    And immediately it WAS quarter-day; and the king's quarter's salary
    came rattling down the chimney, and bounced into the middle of the

    But this was not half of what happened, - no, not a quarter; for
    immediately afterwards the good Fairy Grandmarina came riding in,
    in a carriage and four (peacocks), with Mr. Pickles's boy up
    behind, dressed in silver and gold, with a cocked-hat, powdered-
    hair, pink silk stockings, a jewelled cane, and a nosegay. Down
    jumped Mr. Pickles's boy, with his cocked-hat in his hand, and
    wonderfully polite (being entirely changed by enchantment), and
    handed Grandmarina out; and there she stood, in her rich shot-silk
    smelling of dried lavender, fanning herself with a sparkling fan.

    'Alicia, my dear,' said this charming old fairy, 'how do you do? I
    hope I see you pretty well? Give me a kiss.'

    The Princess Alicia embraced her; and then Grandmarina turned to
    the king, and said rather sharply, 'Are you good?' The king said
    he hoped so.

    'I suppose you know the reason NOW, why my god-daughter here,'
    kissing the princess again, 'did not apply to the fish-bone
    sooner?' said the fairy.

    The king made a shy bow.

    'Ah! but you didn't THEN?' said the fairy.

    The king made a shyer bow.

    'Any more reasons to ask for?' said the fairy.

    The king said, No, and he was very sorry.

    'Be good, then,' said the fairy, 'and live happy ever afterwards.'

    Then Grandmarina waved her fan, and the queen came in most
    splendidly dressed; and the seventeen young princes and princesses,
    no longer grown out of their clothes, came in, newly fitted out
    from top to toe, with tucks in everything to admit of its being let
    out. After that, the fairy tapped the Princess Alicia with her
    fan; and the smothering coarse apron flew away, and she appeared
    exquisitely dressed, like a little bride, with a wreath of orange-
    flowers and a silver veil. After that, the kitchen dresser changed
    of itself into a wardrobe, made of beautiful woods and gold and
    looking glass, which was full of dresses of all sorts, all for her
    and all exactly fitting her. After that, the angelic baby came in,
    running alone, with his face and eye not a bit the worse, but much
    the better. Then Grandmarina begged to be introduced to the
    duchess; and, when the duchess was brought down, many compliments
    passed between them.

    A little whispering took place between the fairy and the duchess;
    and then the fairy said out loud, 'Yes, I thought she would have
    told you.' Grandmarina then turned to the king and queen, and
    said, 'We are going in search of Prince Certainpersonio. The
    pleasure of your company is requested at church in half an hour
    precisely.' So she and the Princess Alicia got into the carriage;
    and Mr. Pickles's boy handed in the duchess, who sat by herself on
    the opposite seat; and then Mr. Pickles's boy put up the steps and
    got up behind, and the peacocks flew away with their tails behind.

    Prince Certainpersonio was sitting by himself, eating barley-sugar,
    and waiting to be ninety. When he saw the peacocks, followed by
    the carriage, coming in at the window it immediately occurred to
    him that something uncommon was going to happen.

    'Prince,' said Grandmarina, 'I bring you your bride.' The moment
    the fairy said those words, Prince Certainpersonio's face left off
    being sticky, and his jacket and corduroys changed to peach-bloom
    velvet, and his hair curled, and a cap and feather flew in like a
    bird and settled on his head. He got into the carriage by the
    fairy's invitation; and there he renewed his acquaintance with the
    duchess, whom he had seen before.

    In the church were the prince's relations and friends, and the
    Princess Alicia's relations and friends, and the seventeen princes
    and princesses, and the baby, and a crowd of the neighbours. The
    marriage was beautiful beyond expression. The duchess was
    bridesmaid, and beheld the ceremony from the pulpit, where she was
    supported by the cushion of the desk.

    Grandmarina gave a magnificent wedding-feast afterwards, in which
    there was everything and more to eat, and everything and more to
    drink. The wedding-cake was delicately ornamented with white satin
    ribbons, frosted silver, and white lilies, and was forty-two yards

    When Grandmarina had drunk her love to the young couple, and Prince
    Certainpersonio had made a speech, and everybody had cried, Hip,
    hip, hip, hurrah! Grandmarina announced to the king and queen that
    in future there would be eight quarter-days in every year, except
    in leap-year, when there would be ten. She then turned to
    Certainpersonio and Alicia, and said, 'My dears, you will have
    thirty-five children, and they will all be good and beautiful.
    Seventeen of your children will be boys, and eighteen will be
    girls. The hair of the whole of your children will curl naturally.
    They will never have the measles, and will have recovered from the
    whooping-cough before being born.'

    On hearing such good news, everybody cried out 'Hip, hip, hip,
    hurrah!' again.

    'It only remains,' said Grandmarina in conclusion, 'to make an end
    of the fish-bone.'

    So she took it from the hand of the Princess Alicia, and it
    instantly flew down the throat of the dreadful little snapping pug-
    dog, next door, and choked him, and he expired in convulsions.
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