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To this the king agreed, but added with a sigh, that kings had so misused their power and authority that the people no longer trusted them, and that now a king could not pay out money unless the people knew what it was to be used for, and were willing.

“Have you used people’s money, papa, without asking their leave?” cried Louis eagerly. “Was that why they came to Versailles yesterday and were so wicked to us? For those bad men and women were the people, weren’t they?”

King Louis shook his head. “No, my son,” he said. “The people can not come to me in such great masses. They have to send representatives. Those representatives I called to me at Versailles and asked of them money for the outlays I had to make, but they asked things in return, of me which I could not grant, either for my own sake or for yours, my son, who are some day to be my successor. Then the people were led to believe that I did not love them, but I am determined to show them that I do love them and am ready to share everything with them. That is why we have left lovely Versailles and come to live here, where we have to do without so much that we enjoy. And we must try to be contented here and share all the disagreeable things that the people have to bear, which is what a true King should do.”

The Dauphin had sat like an old man, listening, and now as his father stopped speaking, the boy laid a hand on his breast, saying solemnly:

“Papa, I have understood everything, and I am very much ashamed that I complained at all. And I promise you I will take pains to give everybody a good example. I will be happy and contented here.”

And the Dauphin kept his word; he took pains to be contented, and never said another word about Versailles, but tried to get all the pleasure he could from the dreary old palace and its garden, so different from that at Versailles, where the Dauphin had so much ground in which to work. Here in the garden, there was only one small corner set aside for the use of the royal family. This was surrounded by iron palings, through which faces full of hate and malice would often peer at the little Dauphin while he was busy gardening. One day he heard such words and saw such threatening faces that he shrank back and ran to his mother, who comforted him as best she could and said that he must be brave and strong, or she would cry too, and that she must not do this because it was exactly what the men who were trying to hurt their feelings, wanted to see her do.

The boy’s eyes flashed.

“I will never complain again,” he cried, “and they shall never again have the pleasure of seeing you or me cry if I can help it. But, mamma, tell me–are there no good men in the world?”

“Yes, Louis,” answered the queen. “You must believe that all men are good and treat them courteously, until you have proved the contrary. If they refuse your friendly kindness, it will not be your fault, and you will have done what is right, no matter what others do.”

A shadow passed over the child’s lovely face.

“But, mamma,” he said, “all men are not good. The men who abused and cursed us so were not good, and I could never be friendly to them, never!”

“We will hope that we shall never see them again,” said the queen, “and I wish you to be so kind and polite to everyone who comes here, that all men may admire and respect their future king, even though he is still a child.”

“I will be,” cried the boy with spirit, “so that you may be satisfied with me, mamma. Just for that I will be so!”