They stood up to drink it, and even Pepy had a glass.

Ferdinand William Otto was on his feet first. He held his glass up in
his right hand, and his eyes shone. He knew what to do. He had seen the
King's health drunk any number of times.

"To His Majesty, Ferdinand of Livonia," he said solemnly. "God keep the
King!"

Over their glasses Mrs. Thorpe's eyes met her husband's. How they
trained their children here!

But Ferdinand William Otto had not finished. "I give you," he said, in
his clear young treble, holding his glass, "the President of the United
States--The President!"

"The President!" said Mr. Thorpe.

They drank again, except the Fraulein, who disapproved of children being
made much of, and only pretended to sip her wine.

"Bobby," said his mother, with a catch in her voice, "haven't you
something to suggest--as a toast?"

Bobby's eyes were on the cake; he came back with difficulty.

"Well," he meditated, "I guess--would 'Home' be all right?"

"Home!" they all said, a little shakily, and drank to it.

Home! To the Thorpes, a little house on a shady street in America; to
the Fraulein, a thatched cottage in the mountains of Germany and an
old mother; to Pepy, the room in a tenement where she went at night;
to Ferdinand William Otto, a formal suite of apartments in the Palace,
surrounded by pomp, ordered by rule and precedent, hardened by military
discipline, and unsoftened by family love, save for the grim affection
of the old King.

Home!

After all, Pepy's plan went astray, for the Fraulein got the china baby,
and Ferdinand William Otto the Lincoln penny.

"That," said Bobby's father, "is a Lincoln penny, young man. It bears
the portrait of Abraham Lincoln. Have you ever heard of him?"

The Prince looked up. Did he not know the "Gettysburg Address" by heart?

"Yes, sir," he said. "The--my grandfather thinks that President Lincoln
was a very great man."

"One of the world's greatest. I hardly thought, over here--" Mr. Thorpe
paused and looked speculatively at the boy. "You'd better keep that
penny where you won't lose it," he said soberly. "It doesn't hurt us to
try to be good. If you're in trouble, think of the difficulties Abraham
Lincoln surmounted. If you want to be great, think how great he was."
He was a trifle ashamed of his own earnestness. "All that for a penny,
young man!"

The festivities were taking a serious turn. There was a little packet at
each plate, and now Bobby's moth