into the farthest corner of the room. If
the nurse had seen it she would have taken it for a mere bundle of
rubbish. She brought in the supper and lit the candles, her face as
unhappy as usual. But Prince Dolor only saw, hidden in the corner where
nobody else would see it, his wonderful traveling-cloak. He ate
heartily, scarcely hearing his nurse's grumbling.

"Poor woman!" he thought, "_she_ hasn't a traveling-cloak!"

And when he crept into his little bed, where he lay awake a good while
watching the stars, his chief thought was, "I must be up very early
to-morrow morning and get my lessons done, and then I'll go traveling
all over the world on my beautiful cloak."

So, next day, he opened his eyes with the sun, and went with a good
heart to his lessons, which for the first time he found dull, and the
instant they were over he crept across the floor, undid the shabby
little bundle, climbed on a chair, and thence to the table so as to
unbar the skylight; said his magic charm, and was away out of the window
in a minute.

He was accustomed to sit so quietly always, that his nurse, though only
in the next room did not miss him, and she could not have missed him
anyway for the clever godmother made an image, which she set on the
window-sill reading and which looked so like Prince Dolor that any
common observer would never have guessed the difference.

And all this while the happy little fellow was away floating in the air
on his magic cloak, and seeing all sorts of wonderful things--or they
seemed wonderful to him, who had hitherto seen nothing at all.

First, there were the flowers that grew on the plain, which, whenever
the cloak came near enough, he strained his eyes to look at; they were
tiny, but very beautiful.

"I wonder," he thought, "whether I could see better through a pair of
glasses like those my nurse reads with, and takes such care of. How I
should take care of them too! if only I had a pair!"

Immediately he felt a pair of the prettiest gold spectacles ever seen;
and looking downwards, he found that, though ever so high above the
ground, he could see every blade of grass, every tiny bud and
flower--nay, even the insects that walked over them.

"Thank you, thank you!" he cried to his dear godmother, whom he felt
sure had sent them. He amused himself for ever so long, gazing down upon
the grass, every square foot of which was a mine of wonders.

Then, just to rest his eyes, he turned them up to the