"That is my papa king," cried the dauphin, joyfully, looking at the representation.

"Oh, but papa," cried the Dauphin, "why did you do that?

"But, papa," cried the dauphin, "why did you do that?

"Papa king," cried the dauphin, "give me a kiss, too!

"Mamma queen," cried the dauphin, who was yet in her arms, "I should like my breakfast too.

"Mamma," cried the Dauphin, interrupting her thoughts.

"Papa, my dear papa," cried the dauphin, nestling up closely to his father, "let us stay with you."

"Hang it, Ker!" cried the Dauphin.

"Mamma," cried the dauphin, nestling close up to the queen, "is to- day going to be just like yesterday?"

"Mamma," cried the dauphin, interrupting her in her painful and proud thought- "mamma ,therecomes the king, there comes my papa!