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Princess Rosetta And The Pop-Corn Man
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“Have you any idea where she is?” ask the Pop-corn man.

The Baron stared at him in amazement.

“Idea where she is?” he repeated scornfully. “You are just of a piece with the idiots who broke my mirrors to see if the Princess was not behind them! How should we have any idea where she is if she is lost, pray?”

The Pop-corn man blushed, and looked frightened, but the Head-nurse spoke up quite bravely, although her voice was so muffled, and said that she really did have some idea of the Princess’s whereabouts. She propounded her views which were quite plausible. It was her opinion that only an enemy of the King would have caused the Princess to be stolen, and as the King had only one enemy of whom anybody knew, and he was the King across the river, she thought the Princess must be there.

“It seems very likely,” said the Baron after she had finished, “but if she is there it is hopeless. Our King could never conquer the other one, who has a much stronger army.”

“Do you know,” asked the Pop-corn man, “if they have ever had any pop-corn on the other side of the river?”

“I don’t think they have,” replied the Baron.

“Then,” said the Pop-corn man, “I think I can free the Princess.”

“You!” cried the Baron scornfully.

But the Pop-corn man said nothing more. He bowed low to the Baron and the Head-nurse, and left the tower.

“The idea of his talking as he did,” said the Baron. But the nurse was pinning her shawl, and she hurried out of the tower and overtook the Pop-corn man.

“How are you going to manage it?” whispered she, touching his sleeve.

The Pop-corn man started. “Oh, it’s you?” he said. “Well, you wait a little, and you will see. Do you suppose you could find six little boys who would be willing to go over the river with me to-morrow?”

“Would it be quite safe?”

“Quite safe.”

“I have six little brothers who would go,” said the Head-nurse.

So it was arranged that the six little brothers should go across the river with the Pop-corn man; and the next morning they set out. They were all decorated with strings of Pop-corn, they carried baskets of pop-corn, and bore corn-poppers over their shoulders, and they crossed the river in a row boat.

Once over the river they went about peddling pop-corn. The man sent the boys all over the city, but he himself went straight to the palace.

He knocked at the palace-door, and the maid-servant came. “Is the King at home?” asked the Pop-corn man.

The maid said he was, and the Pop-corn man asked to see him. Just then a baby cried.

“What baby is that crying?” asked he.

“A baby that was brought here at sunset, several months ago,” replied the maid; and he knew at once that he had found the Princess.

“Will you find out if I can see the King?” he said.

“I’ll see,” answered the maid. And she went in to find the King. Pretty soon she returned and asked the Pop-corn man to step into the parlor, which he did, and soon the King came downstairs.

The Pop-corn man displayed his wares, and the King tasted. He had never seen any pop-corn before, and he was both an epicure and a man of hobbies. “It is the nicest food that ever I tasted,” he declared, and he bought all the man’s stock.

“I can buy corn for you for seed, and I can order poppers enough to supply the city,” suggested the Pop-corn man.

“So do,” cried the King. And he gave orders for seven ships’ cargoes of seed corn and fifty of poppers. “My people shall eat nothing else,” said the King, “and the whole kingdom shall be planted with it. I am satisfied that it is the best national food.”

That day the court dined on pop-corn, and as it was very light and unsatisfying, they had to eat a long time. They were all the after-noon dining. Right after dinner the King wrote out his royal decree that all the inhabitants should that year plant pop-corn instead of any other grain or any vegetable, and that as soon as the ships arrived they should make it their only article of food. For the King, when he had learned from the Pop-corn man that the corn needed to be not only ripe but well dried before it would pop, could not wait, but had ordered five hundred cargoes of pop-corn for immediate use.