> Elizabeth invited her to share every meal with her, and took delight in

her accounts of the manners and customs of the American aborigines.



As for Rebecca, she finally yielded to the conviction that Elizabeth was

not Victoria, and found it expedient to study her companions with a view

to avoiding gross breaches of etiquette. Of these, the first which she

corrected was addressing Elizabeth as "Mrs. Tudor."



In twenty-four hours the shrewd and resourceful New England woman was

able to learn many things, and she rapidly found her bearings among the

strange people and stranger institutions by which she was surrounded.



Seated in her own "presence chamber," as she called it, surrounded by

her civil and assiduous attendants, she discovered a charm in being

constantly taken care of which was heightened by the contrast which it

presented with her usually independent habits of life. The pleasing

effect of novelty had never more strongly impressed her.



Her anxiety in Phoebe's behalf had been dispelled when she learned

that Isaac Burton was expected at the palace, and was to bring his

family with him. With diplomatic shrewdness, she resolved to improve

every opportunity to win the Queen's favor, in order that when the time

came she might have the benefit of her authority in removing her younger

sister from her pretended relatives.



It was about five in the afternoon of the day succeeding her adventure

on the Thames, and Rebecca sat near a window overlooking the entrance

court. She was completing the knitting upon which she had been engaged

when Droop made his first memorable call on her in Peltonville.



On either side of Rebecca, but on stools set somewhat lower than her

chair, were her two favorites, the Lady Clarissa Bray, daughter of

Walter Bray, Lord Hunsforth, and the Honorable Lady Margaret Welsh,

daughter of the Earl of March.



Clarissa was employed in embroidering a stomacher whose green, gold, and

russet set off her dark curls very agreeably. The Lady Margaret was

playing a soft Italian air upon the cithern, which she managed with

excellent taste, to the entertainment of her temporary mistress and her

half dozen attendants.



Rebecca's needles moved in time with the graceful measure of the music,

while her head nodded in unison, and she smiled now and then.



As the air was concluded she let her hands sink for a moment into her

lap, turning to bend an approving look upon the fair young musician.



"There, now!" she said. "I declare, Miss Margaret, that's real sweet

music. I'm much obliged to ye, I'm sure."



Margaret arose and courtesied, blushing.



"Would your Highness that I play again?" she asked.



"No, thank ye," said Rebecca, resuming her knitting. "The's no sort o'

use in drivin' folks to death as are kind to ye. Sit right down an' rest

now, an' I'll tell ye all a story thet hez a bearin' right on that

point."



She turned to the four maids of honor seated behind her.



"Now you girls can jest's well come an' set in front o' me while I'm

talkin'. I'll like it a heap better, I'm sure."



With great diffidence on the part of her attendants, and after much

coaxing on Rebecca's part, this change was accomplished. The idea of

being seated in the presence of royalty was in itself quite distasteful

to these young courtiers, but upon this Rebecca had insisted from the

first. It made her feel tired, she said, to see people standing

continually on their feet.



"Well," she began, when all were disposed to their satisfaction, "it all

happened in my country, ye know. 'Twas 'bout ten years ago now, I

guess--or rather then--I mean it will be----"



Clarissa's wondering eyes caught the speaker's attention and she

coughed.



"Never mind when 'twas," she went on. "Ye see, things are very different

here--time as well's the rest. However, 'long 'bout then, my cousin Ann

Slocum took a notion to 'nvite me down to Keene fer a little visit.

Phoebe--thet's my sister--she said I could go jest's well's not, an'

so I went. The fust night I was there, when dinner was over, of course I

offered to wash up the dishes, seem'----"



An involuntary and unanimous gasp of amazement from her fair auditors

cut Rebecca short at this point.



"Well," she said, a little anxiously, "what's the matter? Anythin'

wrong?"



The Lady Clarissa ventured to voice the general sentiment.



"Did we hear aright, your Highness?" she asked. "Said you--'wash up the

dishes'?"



"Oh!" said Rebecca, conscious for the first time of her slip, "did that

puzzle ye?"



"Do queens and princesses perform menial offices in America?" asked the

Honorable Lady Margaret.



Short as was the time allowed, it had sufficed for Rebecca to compose a

form of words which should not wound her conscience by direct falsehood,

while not undeceiving her hearers as to her rank.





"Why, to tell ye the truth," she said, in a semi-confidential manner,

"all the queens and princesses there are in America wash the dishes

after dinner."



There was some whispering among the girls at this, and Rebecca's ears

caught the expressions "passing strange" and "most wonderful" more than

once.



She waited until the first excitement thus produced had subsided and

then proceeded.



"Of course Cousin Ann hadn't no objection, an' so I went into the

kitchen. When we got through, blest ef she didn't ask me to wash out the

dish-towels while she filled the lamps! Now----"



The growing amazement in the round, open eyes and shaking curls of her

audience brought Rebecca once more to a standstill. Evidently some

further explanation of this unwonted state of things would be expected.

To gain time for further invention, Rebecca rose and carried her

knitting to the window as though to pick up a stitch. Mechanically she

glanced down into the court-yard, where there was now a large

assemblage, and uttered an exclamation of astonishment.



"Gracious alive!" she cried. "If there ain't a bicycle! Well, well,

don't that look nat'ral, now! Makes me feel homesick."



She turned to her companions, each of whom was ceremoniously standing,

but all showing clearly in their faces the curiosity which consumed

them.



"Come 'long!" said Rebecca, smiling. "Come one and all! I'm blest ef ye

don't make me think of Si Pray's dog waitin' to be whistled fer when Si

goes out to walk."



The obedience to this summons was prompt and willing, and Rebecca turned

again to observe those who came with the mysterious bicycle.



"Land o' sunshine!" she exclaimed, "did ye ever see sech a fat man as

that! Do any of you girls know who 'tis?"



"'Tis Sir Percevall Hart, harbinger to the Queen, I ween," Clarissa

replied.



"Gracious!" said Rebecca, anxiously. "I do hope now he ain't bringin'

any very bad news!"



"Wherefore should he, your Highness?" said Clarissa.



"Why, if he's a harbinger of woe--ain't that what they call 'em?" she

spoke, with some timidity.



"Nay," said the Lady Margaret. "Sir Percevall is reputed a wit and a

pleasant companion, your Highness. He is harbinger to the Queen."



"An' who's the man with him in black togs an' rumpled stockin's?" said

Rebecca. "The one holdin' the bicycle?"



"Mean you him holding the two bright wheels, your Highness?"



"Yes."



Lady Margaret could not answer, nor could any of the other attendants.

Could Rebecca have had a more advantageous view of the stranger, she

would herself have been the only one in the palace to recognize him. She

could only see his hat and his borrowed clothes, however, and her

curiosity remained unsatisfied.



"That looks like Copernicus Droop's wheel," she muttered. "I wonder ef

somebody's ben an' stole it while he was away. 'Twould serve him right

fer givin' me the slip."



Then turning to Lady Margaret again, she continued:



"Would you mind runnin' down to ask who that man is, Miss Margaret?

Seems to me I know that bicycle."



Courtesying in silence, the maid backed out of the room and hurried down

the stairs quite afire with the eagerness of her curiosity. This

strange, bright-wheeled thing to which the American princess so easily

applied a name, could only be some wonderful product of the New World.

She was overjoyed at the thought that she was to be the first to closely

examine and perhaps to touch this curiosity.



Her plans were delayed, however, for when she reached the court-yard she

found herself restrained by a row of men with halberds, one of whom

informed her that her Majesty was returning from chapel.



The Queen and her retinue were obliged to pass across the courtyard on

the way to the apartment where Elizabeth was to take her evening meal.

Her progress at such times was magnificently accompanied, and was often

much delayed by her stopping to notice her favorites as she passed them,

and even at times to receive petitions.



Copernicus, who, as we have seen, had just arrived, was inclined to

bewail the interruption caused by this procession, but his companion

insisted that, on the contrary, all was for the best.



"Why, man," said he, "Dame Fortune hath us in her good books for a

surety. What! Could we have planned all better had we willed it? To meet

the Queen in progress from chapel! 'Twill go hard but Sir Percevall

shall win his suit--and you, Master Droop, your monopolies. Mark me

now--mark me well!"



So saying, the fat knight advanced and joined one of the long lines of

courtiers already forming a hedge on each side of the direct way which

the Queen was to traverse. Droop, leaning his bicycle against the palace

wall and taking in his hands his phonograph and box of cylinders, placed

himself behind his guide and watched the proceedings with eager

curiosity.



A door opened at one end of the lane between the two courtiers and there

appeared the first of a long procession of splendidly apparelled

gentlemen-in-waiting, walking bareheaded two by two. Of these, the first

were simple untitled knights and gentlemen. These were followed by

barons, then earls, and lastly knights of the garter, each gentleman

vying with the others in richness of apparel and lavish display of

collars, orders, jewelled scabbards, and heavy chains of gold.



Behind these there came three abreast. These were the Lord High

Chancellor, in wig and robes, carrying the Great Seal of England in a

red silk bag. On his right walked a gentleman carrying the golden

sceptre, jewelled and quaintly worked, while he on the left carried the

sword of state, point up, in a red scabbard, studded with golden

fleur-de-lis.



A few steps behind this imposing escort came the Queen, with a small but

richly covered prayer-book in her hand. She looked very majestic on this

occasion, being dressed in white silk bordered with pearls of the size

of beans, over which was thrown a mantle of black silk shot with silver

threads. An oblong collar of jewelled gold lay upon her otherwise bare

bosom.



The Queen's train was very long and was carried by a marchioness, whose

plain attire set off the magnificence of royalty.



As Elizabeth proceeded across the yard, she spoke to one by-stander or

another, and Droop, looking on, made up his mind that the rule was that

anyone to whom she addressed a word, or even a look, should drop

forthwith to his knees and so remain until she had passed, unless she

pleased to extend her hand to raise him up.



On each side of this main procession there was a single file of five

and twenty gentlemen pensioners, each carrying a gilt battle-axe.



The remainder of the procession consisted of a train of court ladies all

dressed in white and nearly destitute of ornaments. Evidently the Royal

Virgin would suffer no rivalry in dress from those of her own sex.



Just behind Elizabeth and to one side, in such a position as to be

within easy reach for consultation, walked the Lord High Treasurer,

William Cecil, Baron of Burleigh. It was to this nobleman that his

nephew, Francis Bacon, had addressed the letter which he had given to

Copernicus Droop.



By dint of much squeezing and pushing, Sir Percevall made his way to the

front of the waiting line, and, as Elizabeth approached, he dropped

painfully to his knees, and, with hat in hand, gazed earnestly into the

Queen's face, not daring to speak first, but with a petition writ large

in every feature.



Now, Elizabeth was most jealous of her dignity, and valued her own

favors very highly. In her eyes it was downright impertinence at a time

like this for anyone to solicit the honor of her attention by kneeling

before he was noticed.



Knowing this, Burleigh, who recognized the knight and wished him well,

motioned to him earnestly to rise. Alarmed, Sir Percevall made a

desperate effort to obey the hint, and, despite his huge bulk, would

perhaps have succeeded in regaining his feet without attracting the

notice of the Queen but for the impatient movement of the crowd behind

him. Unfortunately, however, he had but half risen when the bustling

multitude moved forward a little against his expansive rear. The result

was disastrous.



Sir Percevall lost his balance, and, feeling himself toppling, threw his

hands out forward with a cry and fell flat on his face.



Elizabeth was at this moment addressing a few gracious words to a

white-haired courtier, who kneeled among those gathered on the right of

her line of progress. Startled by the loud cry of the falling knight,

she turned swiftly and saw at her feet a man of monstrous girth

struggling in vain to raise his unwieldy form. His plumed hat had rolled

to some distance, exposing a bald head with two gray tufts over the

ears. His sword stood on its hilt, with point in air, and his short, fat

legs made quick alternate efforts to bend beneath him--efforts which the

fleshy knees successfully resisted.



The helpless, jerking limbs, the broad, rolling body, and the mixture of

expletives and frantic apologies poured forth by the prostrate knight

turned the Queen's first ready alarm to irrepressible laughter, in which

the bystanders joined to their great relief. Droop alone was grave, for

he could only see in this accident the ruin of his plans.



"Now, by the rood!" cried the Queen, as soon as she could speak

distinctly, "fain would we see your face, good gentleman. Of all our

subjects, not one doth us such low obeisance!" Then, beckoning to those

of her gentleman pensioners who stood nearest:



"Raise us yon mighty subject of ours, whose greatness we might in our

majesty brook but ill did not his humble bearing proclaim a loyal

submission."



Four gentlemen, dropping their gilt axes, hastened to Sir Percevall's

aid, raising him by the arms and shoulders.



"Enough--enough, lads!" cried the knight, when they had got him to his

knees. "Let it not be said that Sir Percevall Hart dared to tempt erect

the dreadful glance of majesty. Here let him lowly bend beneath the eyes

that erstwhile laid him low."



Still holding him, the four gentlemen turned their eyes to the Queen for

orders, and Sir Percevall, clasping his mud-stained hands, addressed

himself directly to Elizabeth, in whose still laughing face he foresaw

success.



"O Majesty of England!" he cried. "Marvel not at this my sudden

fall--for when, with more than royal glory is linked the potency of

virgin loveliness, who can withstand!"



"Why, how now, Sir Knight!" said Elizabeth, banteringly. "Are we less

lovely or less awful now than a moment since? You seem at least one half

restored."



"Nay, your Majesty," was the reply. "'Tis his sovereign's will and high

command that stiffens poor Percy's limbs, and in obedience only that he

finds strength to present his suit."



"A suit!" she exclaimed. "Pride cometh before a fall, 'tis said. Then,

in sooth, by the rule of contraries, a fall should presage humility's

reward. What says my Lord Baron?"



She turned to Burleigh, who smiled and, bowing, replied:



"So witty a flight to so sound a conclusion Cecil could not have winged

alone, but where majesty teacheth wisdom, who shall refuse it!"



"'Tis well!" said Elizabeth, more soberly. "Rise, Sir Knight, and, when

that we have supped, seek audience again. An the petition be in reason,

'twill not suffer for the fall you have had."



With this speech, Sir Percevall's first audience ended, and it was with

a happy face that he suffered himself to be helped to his feet by the

four gentlemen who had first been sent to his aid.



As the Queen resumed her progress and entered the apartments wherein she

was to prepare for her evening meal, there resounded through the palace

the ringing notes of trumpets and the musical booming of a kettle-drum.



In a large antechamber immediately outside of the room where the Queen

was to sup there was placed a splendidly carved table of black oak, and

here were made all the preparations for her repast, accompanied by the

usual ceremonies.



Moving to the sound of trumpets and drum, two gentlemen entered the

room, the first bearing a rod and the second a table-cloth. Advancing

one behind the other, they kneeled three times between the door and

table, apparently expressing the deepest veneration. Having spread the

table, they retired backward, not forgetting to repeat the genuflections

as performed on their approach.



These first two were followed immediately by two other gentlemen, the

first with a rod and the other carrying a salt-seller, plates, and

bread. These articles were carried to the table with the same ceremony

as had attended the spreading of the cloth.



Next there entered a young lady, whose coronet indicated the rank of

countess and whose uncovered bosom proclaimed the unmarried state. She

was accompanied by a married lady of lower rank, carrying a knife. The

Countess rubbed the plates with bread and salt, and then the two ladies

stood awhile by the table, awaiting the arrival of the supper.



Finally there entered, one at a time, twenty-four yeomen of the guard,

the tallest and handsomest men in the royal service, bareheaded and

clothed in scarlet coats, with roses embroidered in gold thread on their

backs. Each yeoman carried a separate special dish intended for the

royal repast, and, as each approached the table, the lady with the knife

cut off and placed in his mouth a portion of the food which he was

carrying. After depositing their dishes upon the table, the yeomen

departed and the maids of honor then approached and carried the dishes

into the inner room, where the Queen sat at her supper.



Of all those who thus advanced to the table and departed walking

backward, none omitted the reverent kneelings, nor did anyone concerned

in all this ceremony speak a word until it was concluded. Although the

Queen was actually absent, in fiction she was present, and it was to

this fiction that so much reverence was paid.



Shortly after the commencement of these preparations, Droop and his

guide appeared among other petitioners and other lookers-on around the

doorways. Copernicus carried his phonographic apparatus, but the bicycle

had been left in the court-yard in the care of a man-at-arms.



"Jiminy!" said Droop, looking curiously about him, "ain't this A No. 1,

though! Et must be fun to be a queen, eh, Percevall?"



"To speak truly, my lad," said the knight, "there is something too much

of bravery and pomp in the accidents of royalty. What! Can a king

unbend--be merry--a good fellow with his equals? No! And would you or I

barter this freedom for a crown?" He shook his head. "Which think you

passed the merrier night--or the Queen (God's blessing on her) or you

and I?"



Droop paid little heed to his companion, for his eyes were busy with the

unwonted scene before him.



"Well, now!" he exclaimed. "Look there, Sir Knight. See how the old lady

digs out a piece o' that pie and pokes it into that lord's mouth! He

must be mighty hungry! I'm darned ef I'd thought they'd hev let him hev

his grub before the Queen--and out of her own dish, too!"



"Nay, Brother Droop," said the Englishman, "this custom hath its origin

in the necessary precaution of our sovereign. Who knows but that poison

be in this food! Have not a score of scurvy plots been laid against her

life? 'Tis well to test what is meant for the use of majesty."



Droop whistled low.



"Thet's the wrinkle, eh?" he said. "I don't guess I'd be much tempted to

take a job here as a taster, then! Hello!" he said. "Why, they're takin'

the victuals out o' the room. What's that fer? Did they find p'ison in

'em?"



Sir Percevall did not reply. His attention had been caught by the

arrival of a strangely dressed woman, apparently attended by six maids

of honor.



Turning to a gentleman at his elbow:



"Can you tell me, sir," he said, "who is yonder stranger in outlandish

apparel?"



Following the speaker's eyes, the gentleman stared for a few moments and

then replied:



"Marry, sir, it can but be the American princess with her retinue. They

say that her Majesty much affects this strange new-comer."



It was, indeed, Rebecca who, in response to an invitation brought by a

page in the Queen's livery, was on the way to take supper with

Elizabeth. On her arrival at the anteroom door, an attendant went in

before the Queen to announce her presence; and, while awaiting

admission, Rebecca gazed about her with a curiosity still unsatisfied.



"There, now," she was saying, "'twas suttenly too bad to send you off on

a wild-goose chase, Miss Margaret. Ef you could hev found the man, I'd

hev ben glad, though."



At that very moment, a voice close beside her made her start violently.



"Well--well! I declare! Rebecca Wise, how do you do!"



She turned and saw him of whom she was at that moment speaking, and lo!

to her amazement, it was Copernicus Droop who held out his right hand.



"Copernicus Droop!" she gasped. Then, remembering her adventure of the

previous day, she went on coldly, without noticing the proffered hand:

"Ye seem right glad to see me now, Mr. Droop."



Droop was taken aback at her manner and at the sarcastic emphasis laid

upon the word "now."



"Why--why--of course," he stammered. "I thought you was lost."



"Lost!" she cried, indignantly. "Lost! Why, you know right well I chased

you up one street and down the other all the mornin' yesterday. You

tried to lose me, Mr. Droop--and now you find me again, you see. Oh,

yes, you must be glad to see me!"



Droop was at first all astonishment at this accusation, but in a few

moments he guessed the true state of the case. Without delay he

explained the exchange of clothes, and had no difficulty in persuading

Rebecca that it was Francis Bacon whom she had pursued by mistake.



"Poor young man!" Rebecca exclaimed, in a low voice of contrition. "Why,

he must hev took me fer a lunatic!"



Then she suddenly recollected her young attendants, and turned so as to

bring them on one hand and Droop on the other.



"Young ladies," she said, primly, "this here's Mr. Copernicus Droop,

from America."



With one accord the six girls dropped their eyes and courtesied low.



"Mr. Droop," Rebecca continued, as she indicated one of the girls after

the other with her forefinger, "make you acquainted with Miss Clarissa,

Miss Margaret, Miss Maria, Miss Gertrude, Miss Evelina, and Miss

Dorothy. They've got sech tangled-up last names, I declare I can't keep

'em in my head. Mr. Droop's the same rank I am," she concluded,

addressing the girls.



Droop fidgeted and bowed six awkward bows with eyes riveted to the

ground. He had never been a ladies' man, and this unexpected

presentation was a doubly trying ordeal.



There was a murmur of "your Highness" from the courtesying young women

which convinced the abashed Yankee that he was being mocked, and this

impression was deepened by the ill-suppressed giggles occasioned by the

sight of his sadly rumpled hose. His confusion was complete.



"Now, tell me," said Rebecca, curiously, "whatever brought you up here?

Hev ye some errand with the Queen?"



"Yes," said Droop. "My friend and me came up here to get a patent. Say,"

he exclaimed, brightening up with startling suddenness, "praps you know

the racket--got the inside track, eh?"



"Inside track!"



"Yes. Don't you know the Patent Examiner--or Commissioner, or Lord High

Thingummy that runs the Patent Office here? I hate to bother the Queen

about sech things! Goodness knows, I'd never ha' thought o' troublin'

President McKinley about patents!"



Rebecca shook her head.



"I'm blest ef I know the fust thing about it," she declared. "Ef you

take my advice, you'll not bother Miss Elizabeth 'bout your old

patents."



At this moment the page returned.



"Her Majesty awaits your Royal Highness within," he said, bowing deeply.



Droop's jaws fell apart and his eyes opened wide.



"Royal Highness!" he murmured.



"Well, I've got to go now," said Rebecca, smiling at her friend's

astonishment. "But don't you go 'way fer a while yet. I'll try an' get

the Queen to let you in soon. I want to talk with you 'bout lots of

things."



In a moment she was gone, leaving Copernicus rooted to the floor and

dumb with amazement.



Someone touched his elbow and, turning, he saw Sir Percevall, with the

light of triumph on his fat face.



"Fortune's smiles have turned to mere laughter, my lad," he said,

chuckling. "This American princess hath the Queen's good-will. How the

fiend's name came you acquainted?"