-Oh! oh! Beringhen was very surprised, that a parrot who speaks as if the Dutch in Amsterdam.

And to me he said, if you please, M. de Beringhen? asked the queen.

He said, Your Majesty:

“Oh! my beloved Queen, I love you but love you even more in Dutch, my dear native tongue. “

-Well, said the queen, now you can see, and I have no doubt it is as beautiful as well informed.

So saying, she drew the mantle, and something we had already suspected, instead of a parrot was found in the cage a nice little dwarf dressed as Frisian, having only two feet high, and who made a beautiful bow to Her Majesty.

Then she left the cage door, which was high enough that she could pass without stooping, and made a second of the most graceful curtsey to the Queen.

The queen took her in his arms and kissed him as she would a child, and indeed, though she had fifteen years past, it was not much bigger than a girl of two years.

In that moment they heard the corridor called:

Mr-first! Mr. Prime!

It was well used to be called, according to court etiquette, the first valet.

Beringhen, which had more to do with the queen, went quickly out the door and met the second footman, who was looking for.

The Queen heard these words exchanged rapidly, while the door was still open:

-What ’s he?