na," answered Princess
Pansy, shaking her head.

"Then choose any game you like, only do come and play with me," begged
the Prince. He had never had to beg so hard for anything before, for
the little Princess had been his willing slave as long as he could
remember.

"We cannot possibly come this afternoon," answered Princess Pansy.
"The Lady Emmelina is going to have a tea-party. I will ask her to
invite you if you like."

The Prince, however, would have nothing to do with Lady Emmelina's
tea-party. He went and sat by the pond instead, and thought how fine
his steamboat would have looked if it had gone puffing across the water
with real smoke coming out of the funnel. The mere thought of it made
him dislike the Lady Emmelina so much more than before that he made up
his mind to be revenged on her. Now, this was an extremely bold thing
even to think about, for she had come straight from Fairyland, and it
is never safe to meddle with toys that have come straight from
Fairyland. For all that, the Prince crept into the nursery that very
same night, when everyone in the palace was asleep, and prepared to
have his revenge on the waxen Lady Emmelina. There she sat in all her
magnificence on the nursery table, with both her gloves tightly
buttoned, and both her pointed toes turned upwards. The very sight of
her annoyed the jealous little Prince. He pattered across the floor on
his bare feet, and seized the Lady Emmelina by the arm. She greeted
him with a shrill and angry shriek.

"How dare you? Let me go at once!" she screamed. The Prince was so
surprised that he dropped her on the table again. The Lady Emmelina,
shaking all over with fury, began smoothing out her rows of crumpled
frills.

"The idea of such a thing!" she gasped. "I declare, you have actually
pushed my crown on one side, and there is no looking-glass in the room.
I have a great mind to report you to Fairyland."

"You may do what you like," answered the Prince, who was no coward and
had recovered from his astonishment. "You have bewitched the Princess
Pansy, and I mean to hide you where no one will be able to find you."

No sooner had he uttered these words than the Lady Emmelina turned
extremely pale. If he had tried to melt her at the fire or to cut off
her head with the scissors, which was the kind of thing he usually did
to his sister's dolls, she knew that she would have been safe; but he
had threatened to do the one thing that even t