Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 187
At last the youngest sage had spoken. Silence reigned for a time unbroken, Save that a pygmy called aloud: Who ever saw such a stupid crowd! Ah, said another, they 11 feel sick ; They 11 be banished pretty quick ! In richest robes with rubies blazingThe Princess sat. The sages, gazing(Each one sure… … Not so the King. These plans are old-Our royal dinner >s getting cold;Unless some new device we see,Quick as a wink you 11 banished be. The pygmies cried with cruel joy:You 11 be quite right, my royal boy! Despairing silence, like a pall,Settled ou the wisemen all.
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