“Here is your supper, Queen,” panted Nichette as she reached the rosebush. She spread the scones and the slice of bread on a shingle and pushed it towards the Queen, who was sitting on the grass with Mignon in her arms. The four dolls stared in wooden admiration.
Clotilde had never before known what it was to be hungry and to wait for her supper. At first she looked sidewise at the coarse black bread and the cakes of fried porridge. But when she saw that Nichette looked surprised at her hesitation she took up a piece of this strange food, and when she had once nibbled a crumb she ate heartily. Oh, how good this picnic supper tasted to the little Queen who had always been served indoors
