"But I should like to know," said Selma, "if I'm to stay here all the time. I can't leave my father and mother——"
"Oh! you won't have to do that," interrupted the housekeeper. "You will take the Prince home with you."
"Home with me?" exclaimed Selma.
"Yes. It would be impossible for you to teach him properly here. We want him taught Emergencies—that is, what to do in case of the various emergencies which may arise. Nothing of the kind ever arises down here. Everything goes on always in the usual way. But on the surface of the earth, where he will often go, when he grows up, they are very common, and you have been selected as a proper person to teach him what to do when any of them occur to him. By the way, what are your terms?"
"I don't know," said Selma. "Whatever you please."
"That will suit very well,—very well indeed," said the housekeeper. "I think you are just the person we want."
"Thank you," said Selma; and just then a door opened and the Queen Dowager put in her head.
"Is she inducted?" she asked.
"Yes," said the housekeeper.
"Then here is the Prince," said the Queen Dowager, entering the room and leading by the hand a young gnome about a foot high. He had on a ruffled jacket and trousers, and a little peaked cap. His royal grandmother led him to Selma.
"You will take him," she said, "for a session of ten months. At the end of that time we shall expect him to be thoroughly posted in emergencies. While he is away, he will drop all his royal titles and be known as Class 81, Q. His parents and I have taken leave of him. Good-bye!"
And she left the room, with her little handkerchief to her eyes.
