her mind, and she was not accustomed to being forced to wait.

"Listen to me," murmured Gabriel, as they moved on after making the little
Italian show her white teeth in pleasure at their gift. "Do not frown. You
must look pleased. It is the only way."

So the princess put a restraint upon herself. With the next organ they
met, she saw a yellow dog who wore a cap fastened under his chin, and sat
up holding a cup in his teeth for pennies, and she set her lips in the
effort to control herself. The dog had long ears and white paws. Gabriel's
own heart beat in his throat, but he grasped the woolen stuff of his
companion's gown as the man began to play. It was not the man of yesterday,
but that mattered not to Gabriel. They waited till the tune was finished,
the gaze of the princess devouring the dog meanwhile. Then the little
creature trotted up to them very prettily on his hind legs, offering his
cup, and the children dropped into it coppers while they looked into the
yellow eyes.

"Hi--Oh--Hi--Oh"--and another tune broke into the one which their
organ-grinder commenced. Following the sound of the call, Gabriel and the
princess looked a little way off, across the street, and beheld a street
musician grinding away and beckoning to them with his head, while his teeth
gleamed in an attractive smile.

"Pay no attention to him," said the man with the yellow dog, grinding
lustily, and making a frightful discord. "'Tis Pedro and his little brown
beast. He seeks to draw my listeners away as if I had not the most
intelligent dog in the universe, and, moreover, of the color which the
princess has made fashionable. I doubt not if her highness saw my dog she
would give me for him as many gold eagles as I have fingers on my hand; but
he is not for the princess, who has joys enough without depriving the
children on the street of their pleasures."

The girl in the brown woolen gown was clasping her hands painfully
together, and her heart was beating with hope; but Gabriel shook his head
at her, and she remained quiet. He had already seen that the dog was not
Topaz, although astonishingly like him in size and shape.

Pedro, across the street, kept drawing nearer, as he played and smiled and
beckoned with his head. There trotted after him an unpromising little brown
dog with limp tail and ears. The man, in his good-nature and success,
looked very different from the organ-grinder of yesterday; and as he
laughed aloud, the master of the