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Instead of showing appreciation, Louis’ blue eyes looked entreatingly at the Queen, and his lips quivered.

“Mamma,” he whispered, “I like being Duke of Normandy best. Will you love me any better if I am called the Dauphin?”

“No, dear child,” answered the Queen tenderly, “I shall not love you better, but you are no longer the Duke of Normandy. You are the Dauphin now, the future King of France!” A sob choked the words as Marie Antoinette turned hastily away to hide her grief, and in doing so, she put her foot on the flowers which little Louis had brought her. His face clouded as he saw this, then with a bright smile he looked into the Queen’s face, saying quickly:

“Mamma, I wish you always walked on flowers I picked for you.”

Without a word Marie Antoinette turned, and clasping him in her arms, was comforted. Then, reminded of state duties to be done, she was about to release him when he whispered:

“Did my poor dear brother only leave me his title? Oh, mamma, I do not want it. But there is something of his that I do want to have very, very much now that I am the Dauphin.”

The King looked bewildered, but the Queen smiled through her tears.

“I think I can guess what it is,” she said, “see if I can, little Louis,” and putting him down, she softly left the room, and when she came back there ran and frisked about her, jumping for joy of comradeship, a tiny black dog who rushed up to Louis, and jumped on him over and over again, and the child clasped it in his arms, while the dog put its paws on Louis’ shoulders and licked his rosy cheeks with frantic affection.

“Now, my Louis,” asked the Queen, “did I guess right? Wasn’t that what you wanted so much?”

“Oh, yes it was! It was!” exclaimed the boy, his eyes shining with joy. “Is he really mine now? Does he belong to my inheritance?”

The Queen could not answer, but the King spoke sadly.

“Yes, my son, he belongs to your inheritance.”

The Dauphin shouted with joy.

“He is mine! He is mine!” and as he held the little dog close to him, the picture was a pretty one, the boy with his round rosy face, dimpled chin and deep blue eyes shaded by long, dark lashes, with his high forehead, and heavy golden hair, all the delicacy of his colouring and features thrown into relief by the dark blue velvet of his suit, all the charm of his expressive face shone in his joy over the new treasure which he was clasping tight. What to the little Dauphin was the silver star embroidered on his left shoulder, which showed his princely rank and removed him from the rank and file of other boys? What was a crown, a title–even the throne itself? They were less than nothing to him in comparison with the little dog nestling in his arms and licking his face, and while the King and Queen watched the pretty picture they sighed for the simple joys of childhood, and Marie Antoinette, looking into her husband’s face murmured:

“God keep him in His care!”

Although the little Louis’ new title was of such small value to him, yet the possession of it changed the whole of his life, and as soon as he became the Dauphin, his education and training were of the gravest importance, for he would some day rule in his father’s place.

Accordingly, every possible advantage that could be given him was secured, and while his father saw to it that he should have enough out-of-door exercise to keep him sturdy and strong, his mother superintended his lessons, as well as those of his sister, Therese. Although Marie Antoinette was young and pleasure-loving and was often called frivolous because of the spontaneous gaiety into which her nature often led her, yet she was a devoted mother, and every morning at ten o’clock, Therese, the Dauphin, and their teachers went to the queen’s rooms, and there learned and recited lessons.