Front Cover
 Title Page
 Chapter I
 Chapter II
 Chapter III
 Chapter IV
 Chapter V
 Chapter VI
 Chapter VII
 Chapter VIII
 Chapter IX
 Chapter X
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Group Title: The adventures of her serene limpness, the moon-faced princess, dulcet and dÉbonaire
Title: The adventures of her serene limpness, the moon-faced princess, dulcet and débonaire
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Title: The adventures of her serene limpness, the moon-faced princess, dulcet and débonaire
Alternate Title: Her serene limpness, the moon-faced princess
Adventures of the moon-faced princess
Physical Description: 2, 132 p., 2 leaves of plates : ill. ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Orlebar, Frederica St. John
Richard Bentley and Son ( Publisher )
Hazell, Watson & Viney ( Printer )
Publisher: Richard Bentley and Son
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Hazell, Watson, & Viney
Publication Date: 1888
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Princesses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wealth -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sailing -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Ship captains -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Trust -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Innocence (Psychology) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction -- Japan   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1888
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
England -- Aylesbury
Citation/Reference: NUC pre-1956,
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Statement of Responsibility: by F. St. J. Orlebar.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Title 1
        Title 2
    Chapter I
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
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    Chapter II
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
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    Chapter III
        Page 20
        Page 21
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        Page 23
        Page 24
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        Page 27
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        Page 29
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        Page 32
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        Page 34
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    Chapter IV
        Page 36
        Page 37
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        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
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        Page 43
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        Page 45
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    Chapter V
        Page 47
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        Page 50
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        Page 60
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        Page 62
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    Chapter VI
        Page 66
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    Chapter VII
        Page 85
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        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
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        Page 91
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    Chapter VIII
        Page 97
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    Chapter IX
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    Chapter X
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    Back Cover
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about a very simple person. So very simple
is she, that I almost doubt my power of
interesting you in her. Perhaps you will

wonder what the charm could have been
that has drawn me and others to her quaint, peculiar
history and adventures.
Never mind. I can but put her before you, and I
will begin her little story at once.
Once upon a tihve-long before Japan was opened

up to foreigners, and before little Japanese boys had


been tortured into sailor dresses and kilts, and before
Japanese fathers had taken to black coats and top
hats-once upon a time, on a particular day, in a
particular year which shall be nameless, the islands of
Japan were visited by a most frightful storm, so awful
a storm that no vessel could possibly live in it. Yet
there was a vessel at that very moment fighting with
the waves; a passenger vessel, full of English people,
driven by contrary winds straight on to the rocks of
one of the islands in the Japanese group, which island
shall also be nameless. The stormy day wore on,
stretched into night, and by morning the good ship
was a wreck, every soul on board drowned, save one.
That one was a young girl of fifteen, the daughter
of an Englishman of rank and position in his native
country, who, with the girl's mother, and all that
belonged to them, had gone down in the big ship.
This young girl was thrown up in the sandy bay
amongst some rocks, and on the very top of these
rocks rose the Palace of the Mikado. The little bay
was, in fact, no other than the small pleasure ground
wherein the Members of the Royal Family took their


usual pastime, rowing, swimming, and fishing. Vastly
surprised were the big fishes to see, as morning dawned,
this human form, lying white and pale in their own
enclosure. Fat and shapeless were the Fishes of
Japan, lithe and slender was the pale young form.
Yet even the Fishes of Japan were too good to mock
at her; they reverently passed her by, unable to, help.
After a time some of the Court came down to bathe,
and a general cry arose at
this sad and unusual sight.
Lovingly and gently the
girl was raised and carried
into the Palace, and after
long, and, for some time, fruitless efforts, she was
restored to life.
At that time foreigners were carefully excluded from
Japan, and no one would, in the ordinary way, have
obtained admittance to the Mikado's Palace. But this
gentle and kindly people would not drive away this
tribute of the ocean to their Ruler, and the young
English- girl was given her place in the Royal house-
hold. She and the Prince, only son of the Mikado,


grew up together, first as brother and sister, later as
lovers, latest of all, as Betrothed; at last married, to
live, like the lovers of old fairy tales, happily ever
For if this can never be said of ordinary people, it
was quite true of the dwellers in this Island of the
+ *

One Child blessed their union.
Just One-One Woman Child-No more!
w.* *

Here I pause; for how am I to describe her? She
is to be my Heroine, and it behoves me to choose
carefully my words, for the task of description is very
delicate and difficult.
Now, in speaking of heroines, what do we expect ?
Generally faultless beauty, grace of form, flowing locks,
firm but airy gait.
And how about my Heroine? Truth must out,
and I must admit that the Princess possessed none of
these charms. From childhood upwards she had no

I _______ ______________________________ -i~-___________________________________


attractions of this sort. An enormous Head, two big
projecting ears, absolute baldness but for a small Tuft
of Hair on the very Top, and a slight
coating generally of dusky Down; barely
any Neck, as will be seen by the view
here given; two very fat, unformed Hands, Feet to
match, without one bit of
-Instep, and a Back so
weak that she could never
walk upright, and could with difficulty walk at all.
Having said all this, I gasp for breath, for I fore-
see your indignation. I fear you will say, But
surely, with such a body, must have been given some
compensation in mind; she must have been very
talented and witty, a woman whose every word carried
weight, or -- No, stop! before you heap up
the agony you are inflicting on the biographer of the
She had none of these qualities. That large Head
of hers held but very little; her Brain was quite
unformed; she was quite incapable of coming to any
conclusion, or being, in fact, definite in any way.


True, she had flashes of thought, but no power of
taking an "all round" view of any subject. She
would sometimes seize on the tail of an argument,
and seem to grasp it; she would appreciate some
detail, but never see it in connection with the
This ability to see trifles expressed itself in her
Nose, which was sharp and pointed, and bent rather
downwards. Her Nose seemed to look into
things more than her Mind. But even her
S Nose never retained long its hold on an idea;
she had a way of bursting eagerly into a subject,
raising expectations, attracting all eyes upon her, and
then suddenly breaking off, looking up hazily, as
if some difficulty had presented itself, and saying
"Ye-es." Every one would look puzzled, the
Princess would offer no explanation, and there the
subject would drop.
You will be saying, What then is her charm, and
why did you choose her for a Heroine ?"
Don't turn away Don't ruffle yourself, dear
Reader! Our Princess had a charm. She had been


given by Nature the most wonderful Pair of almond
Eyes that ever fell to the lot of woman, and which
gave her a special charm, if not beauty, of her own.
In this respect, too, she was unlike any other heroine,
for she wholly surpassed them. They have, it is true,
"speaking eyes;" but her eyes not only spoke, they
carried on whole conversations, and had the power
of getting other people to answer them. Some people
said they were not quite canny, but every one yielded
to their influence. The shape was very long, and the
colour very dark, and nearly filled the whole oval,
so that hardly any white appeared.
Their smile was something seraphic. They shone
alone in a Face which had no other ornament, no
eyelashes, no hair, no anything of the usual adornments
of woman. All else made way for them, and they
shone supreme. Tennyson says, in describing his
Princess, "her sumptuous head, and eyes of shining
expectation;" but the description would have applied
equally well to this very different type, our dear
Princess, with her large roll-about Head, and her long,
lustrous, and liquid Eyes.


Then one more point I must respectfully mention-


This was the sweetest, gentlest, and sunniest in the
whole land, even amongst that gentle and trusting
race. No hard thought could by any possibility find
a harbour in the Princess's Heart. There was but
little of her truly, but that little was good. She was
essentially Japanese; there was not a sign of English
blood about her. She never understood-literally did
not understand-any hard thing said by one person
of another. Evil and cruelty and backbiting had never
entered into her world or thoughts. Reared as she
had been amongst the Japanese, her young mother
taken too early from European civilisation and London
scandals to have as yet learnt evil, the child grew up
in blessed unconsciousness of wrong, and this happy
ignorance lasted her through life. Of course this in-
nocence would have been out of place in Europeans;
but it did all very well for Japan and its inmates,
and, after all, the Princess was not inconveniently
better than everybody else. If other people were a


little wiser, they never enlightened her, so that she
grew up rather stupid, perhaps-at least, no doubt she
was stupid-but very nice.
How little any one ever thought that she would
have to knock up against the whole tide of European
civilisation, and live with people who had lived on
little else than the Tree of the knowledge of good
and evil! Thus far her simple Life had flowed on
calmly and sweetly amidst the ancient institutions of

N describing the Princess I should be sorry-
to give you a mistaken idea of her Person,
or to leave you under the impression that
her peculiar Face and Form implied any-
thing ugly or ungraceful. Oh no her
Eyes redeemed her Face from ugliness.
Her Face was cast in the true Asiatic mould (but
without the slightest cunning), and was warmed by a
beaming Smile, which Smile almost seemed translated
into the gliding, undulating movements of her Figure.
Hers was simply an uncommon type, something un-
known in Europe; but it was a type, and not merely
a monstrosity, and an abortive attempt at being some-
thing smarter.


She was as clearly right, according to her type,
as a Baby is right in being helpless and big-headed.
A little old man, two feet high, would be a horror.
Once the Princess had spoken to you with her won-
derful Eyes, and betrayed the wealth of innocence and
kindness within her soul, you felt that some peculiarly
childlike Form must be needed to house appropriately
such a naive and uncommon Nature.
The Princess never ran. We all know what a
noise even the most fairy child makes in running
overhead. She glided or rather
lurched in a not ungraceful way
from point to point; it was a
very peculiar Gait, but not an
ugly one. She never hurried over
anything, was never put out, only
half understood a difficulty or mis-
fortune, smiled through it all.
Sometimes she provoked people,
but not often; for the Japanese are not easily pro-
voked. But if she did, she was, and she looked, so
unaware of what harm she had done, and, with her


fat, cool Hand laid on her antagonist's, gazed up
so sweetly into his face,
'that she very soon re-
stored herself to favour.
Her food and habits
were simple, as all else.
.. After taking her morn-
s ing bath, her Body was
'i 1 anointed by her attend-
-- .ants with pure vaseline,
this oleaginous compound
___- imparting a velvety soft-
ness to the skin, that
in some indirect way
influenced her Temper.
S She was always up to
greet the Sun, which she
_- watched rising from the
-battlements of the Palace
These gardens were on the very summit of the
rocks, which dropped down in an almost sheer


precipice to the bay. At low tide there stretched
a narrow band of sand between these rocks and
the sea; at high tide this was covered, as was also
the foot of the rocks; and the Princess would then
amuse herself by sitting on the battlements to hear
the splash, as she dropped little pebbles into the water.
In another part of the gardens the rocks were not
so steep, and at these places steps and winding walks
were contrived to make an access to the sands. At
high tide the water came up to the little landing
place, where the boats were moored (such queer-
shaped boats !), so that at any time the Princess and
her attendants could take one, and row themselves
about the bay. There were no walls round the Palace
grounds, no doors, no locks. It was all free and
open to the outside world, but none of the Mikado's
subjects would have intruded on Her Highness, or
on the privacy of the Court. She would go to them,
but they never came after her. She wore a silken
robe of many hues, a sea-green cord fastened loosely
round her waist, a chain of pink coral'beads swathed
carelessly about her, each perfect bead as big as a


marble. This necklace had no clasp, but somehow it
always clung about her, in more or fewer coils, never
came off, whatever she was doing. With a great
Japanese paper umbrella to guard her bare Head
from the sun, she and her maidens would sally forth
in search of trouble and sickness, to relieve it ; and
many a sufferer would welcome the advent of the
Princess, and the touch of her small, fat, cool Hand
on their aching foreheads.
She had no idea of "stooping" to any sort or
condition of men. In Japan it was all Liberte,
Egalitee, Fraternite," for it was all Love and Trust.
But the happiest moments in the life of' Her Serene
Limpness were those in which she stood, day by day,
on the battlements to greet the rising sun, and to
watch for his emerging from the sea. She firmly
believed him to be a person, and blew a kiss to him
as a matter of course. No one troubled to undeceive
this quaint Fire Worshipper; her fancies were so
natural, and her peculiar belief did her good.
She did not quite worship the sun, but she had a
perpetual consciousness of his existence, and her great


shining eyes were so strong, that she could look at
him all day long, as eagles do, without blinking.
She thought all good came from the sun, and when
she could, she took leave of him at night, as she
had greeted him in the morning, with a kiss.
Her life had but few incidents. Her Mother taught
English to her wonderful child, whom she only half
understood, but whom she dearly loved; as who did
not? Thus the Princess learnt to repeat long passages
from the best English poets, and the language in
which she addressed her mother on the commonest
topics, unconsciously drawn from these pure fountains
of thought, was simply magnificent.
Her Highness's Father watched over her tenderly,
but wished she had been a boy. Her grandfather,
the Mikado, no doubt thought so too, but he was so
intensely pleased with her as a Girl, that he rarely
spoke his thoughts. She was very much with him,
and their meals were pleasant seasons of wordless
intercourse, in which her Eyes spoke more than her
Mouth. Her diet consisted of everything. that was
most unctuous, and devoid of grit or fibre,-oysters,


calf's head, and vegetable marrow boiled in cream,
also liquid honey, very thick custard, cream cheese,
and purple, almost black, fresh figs, their skins splitting
with ripeness. But of all these, though they were
almost her only food, the Princess eat but little.
Wonderfully little did she eat or drink at any time.
Her blood ran very cold in her veins; she always
felt cold to the touch, though she was perfectly well.
S .This absence of blood
5.0.^ kto the brain may have
Partially accounted for
^.. her inactivity of mind.
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As for toys, she had
but few, but these were
of ingenious build. Her
Splaymates were the queer
fishes and monsters, as
we call them, that inhabited the garden. and the
bay-quaint creatures, not to be seen even in the
Zoo. Her little guitar was *her treasure; and on
this she would execute many weird tunes, without
beginning, end, or middle, small melodious Liederohne


nsplrecL ,



Worte, things that began and ended nowhere, but
that stirred you and made you feel, and wake up,
and wonder. And then, too, she could put you
to sleep again, the little Wizard, but all uncon-
sciously. In the evenings she would sit with her
guitar on the battlements playing to the sun; for as
the Palace stood on a great rocky promontory, and
on a projecting portion of the coast, she could see
the sun set as well as rise. The long guitar was
supported on one Shoulder, one big Ear bent down
upon it, as if she heard the sounds, and were guiding
them to the listener's ear. She would smile very
sweetly as the sounds stole forth; and then, having
drawn out a few very lovely notes, she would stop,
and (as people were longing to hear more) wave her
fat Hand to the sun, look earnestly at him, turn to
gaze into the faces about her with the usual curious
look that betokened failing power, and say musingly,
" Ye-es." And then they all knew it was over for
that night.

l(zcptr III.

HEN the Princess was just sixteen her
Mother died. This event caused great
mourning throughout the Court and King-
dom. But the Princess, when brought to
see her Mother, with her usual inability
to realise pain and suffering, except in a very mitigated
form, merely said thoughtfully, She .is gone to the
Sun," and stood still for some time, looking at her
still form, with a dim feeling of respect and affection,
but with no lively demonstrations of grief. After a
time she knelt down, took the cold hand in hers, and
kissed it, once more looked earnestly into the face,
but all silently and tearlessly. Then she turned slowly

L.________________________ __________________ ___ ___________________ ___________________


away, gathered some big Sunflowers, carried them
back gravely, laid them all over her dead Mother,

took up her guitar, and played a new little fugue,
quite different from her wont, then walked away. She
never knew that they had put her Mother underground.
She never asked, her Brain was much too hazy; it
skipped over all that was painful and earthy. But,
after this, whenever she stood or sat on the battlements
(for some reason best known to herself, she always
stood at sunrise, and sat at sunset) she would add to
her other melodies this little Psalm for her Mother,
showing she had not forgotten her.
And so her quiet life glided away, till, on one bright


day, a sun arose that was to set for the Princess in
very different surround-
ings to her wont. And
...._.. g._ it happened in this way.
Her Highness, with
-_ __ __-__ two of her women, was
one day rowing herself
about in the bay, when, tempted by the lovely and
dazzling sheet of water outside, she ordered them
to row out to sea. In her usually happy, vague
way, she was careering over the slight waves, barely
more than an undulating swell, when she caught
sight of what proved to be a small English mer-
chant vessel sailing unusually near to land. Now the
Princess, who was by no means of a simply con-
templative and aesthetic turn of mind, but who (or
rather whose Nose) possessed a great genius for inves-
tigation, determined to know all about this new object,
and whither it was bound. She had often stood on
the battlements with her Mother, and watched the
foreign ships pass in the distance; but in those days,
naturally, no such ship landed on the coast of Japan.


Her Mother, as they would watch together the sun
setting in the west, would speak to her of England,
and tell her the sun set in the direction of England,
her long-lost country. When her Mother died, the
Princess got a hazy notion that she had returned to
England, the Land of the Setting Sun; and she now
thought that this ship was going right away to find her.
This idea about the Sun had been her reason for
covering her Mother with sunflowers. No one must
think it was want of feeling that prevented the Princess
from shedding tears over her Mother, as we western
nations should do, it was simply inability to realise
death as anything but a sleep, and a going to the
Sun; and in her simplicity, she thought if she could
but get into that ship, she should find her Mother,
and bring her back to the Mikado's Palace. So she
ordered her women to row their hardest, and she also
took an oar herself, and together they pursued the ship.
It so happened, the wind being unfavourable, the
Captain was just about to tack, and chancing to catch
sight of the little boat pulling so very hard to meet
him, he put up his glass, made sure of the fact, and


ordered that the vessel should be stopped until the
boat could be hailed; it being so unusual for a Japanese
boat to take notice of a foreign ship, that he felt it
incumbent on him to await the message it probably
As the boat drew nearer, Captain Mackness, a true
native of Aberdeen, exclaimed to the Mate, Weel,
and in verra truth! if the wee boatie be not just as
full as ever she can hold with twa lassies fore and aft,
and a little one between them!" The Mate stared,
his full ruddy face looking under his sailor's hat like
a rising sun, and hailed the boat's crew somewhat
Not being prepared to encounter a party of ladies
on the high seas, he exclaimed in his utter surprise,
"Hoot awa, mon! what is yer beesness here?" For
all answer the Princess smiled upwards, and drew
nearer to the vessel.
And then ensued a curious dialogue between the
high-born lady, in her very perfect English, and the
Skipper in his broad Scotch, which resulted in an
arrangement perfectly satisfactory to herself. She


contrived to learn from him that he was going to
England, and that he was willing, at her very urgent
request, to take herself and one of her maidens on
board. She, not having the most distant idea how
far off England might be, and being habitually hazy
about time and space, informed her maidens, in pure
Japanese, which was lost upon the skipper, that she
would be only out for the afternoon, that one maiden
was to accompany her, and the
other to row about in the bay until
her return. Meantime the Princess
flattered herself that she should get '
to and from England, and so bring '" -
her Mother home before night.
Whereupon -the Skipper lowered
a rope ladder from the side of his "
boat, and the ladies, with some '-
difficulty, mounted it, and soon -
found themselves afloat on the '
great Pacific Ocean.
To some minds, the rough appearance of coils of
tarred rope, big iron objects of incomprehensible


nature, a heavy anchor, a rather brown deck, sailors
in great sou'westers and blue jackets, and all the usual
paraphernalia of a trading vessel, with no sort of
accommodation for womankind, might have seemed
rather alarming and depressing, and it would have
been quite reasonable if this particular lady had said
that she repented her bargain, and begged to be
allowed to return to her gay little skiff, in which sat
her one remaining maiden, bobbing up and down on
the top of the lazy waves. But not so the Princess.
She was bound for England, and to England she
would go. Besides, hers was not a nature to make
much of discomforts. She could not see the disagree-
able or serious side of anything.
The sailors looked at the new arrivals at first to
be sure they were quite canny, then feeling satisfied
(the Princess's Eyes having done almost more than
their wonted work on her behalf), they took no
further notice of the Ladies, beyond making them up
at one end of the boat a seat on a great coil of
ropes, covered with a sail cloth, and thenceforth going
on with their own work and devices. Her Highness


gaily took her seat, turning her Face to land to catch
the last sight of the Palace and the bay, little
guessing how long it might be before she saw that
much-loved spot again. The last thing she saw was
the little boat floating peacefully in the harbour, after
which the land grew more and more indistinct, and
at length even the last faint blue was lost to sight,
and they were tossing merrily on the broad ocean.
But not for one moment did the heart of the Princess
fail her, nor did any uneasy thought about the result
of her adventure rise to dim her pleasure. On the
contrary, she watched with delight the little Fishes
come and go about the vessel, dropping down bits of
biscuits to them in her cheery fashion, and calling
them by all sorts of endearing names, coaxing them
to follow in her wake.

Meantime the Skipper began to think he had acted
rashly in taking such a troublesome cargo on board
as two women might prove in case of "durrty
weather." He recalled the few moments' conversation
with the Princess, the simple statement of her plans


and wishes, followed by absolute but eloquent silence,
the eyes expressing more than any vociferations could
have done. He called himself "just an auld fule"
for having.been overcome- by those pleading Eyes of
the Princess, and he inwardly assured himself that, if
he had had the least chance to do so, he would have
put both passengers down on land, before they gave
him further trouble. But there was no such chance,
as every minute was taking them farther from land;
and to set them down at the next port at which
they might stop, would be,. the Skipper decided, an
unmanly proceeding. He was bound on a long trading
voyage, returning to England by the Cape of Good
Hope, and touching at many places on the way.
Yes, indeed, he felt he had been a Fule for taking
up such company, but it was his own fault, and he
must go on. As the Princess had assured him that
she was going to her Mother, who would meet her in
England, he felt he would have no further trouble
with her, once she 'reached terra firma.
As night came on, the Captain began to think how
the Ladies would be accommodated, no such things

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as berths being to be found in his vessel. However,
he need have had no anxiety on account of our
Heroine. One of the sailors offered her his hammock.
Need I say that her Eyes were subduing the sailors
and every one else, down to the Captain's little boy
of ten, who was making his first voyage across the
world, and trying to feel as independent of home and
mother and creature comforts as a person of ten ought
to be, afloat for the first time on a voyage of some
importance. But the little boy, used to surreptitious
tucking up on the part of that same mother, who
was perpetually being told "not to coddle the boy,"
was keenly alive to the loss of female society, and
proportionately delighted to
find on board ship two such
very amiable-looking people ."".', ,
as the Princess and her hand-
maiden. To Her Highness
the poor little fellow had
completely lost his heart
before the day was out. He begged her to take his
hammock that night, and indeed it would have been.


quite long enough for this distinguished Dwarf; for
Her Serene Limpness, though full grown, was only
five feet high, and could have stretched herself
comfortably in the same. But she was quite
independent of any such luxuries, and, in her cheery
way, announced that she meant to sleep on deck;
and, coiling herself round upon some ropes, she
showed them how very easily she could sleep. Her
plucky, gay spirit was not long in impressing, not
one sailor only, but the whole crew, and presently
this august Personage had them all at her feet,
each pressing upon her the use of his hammock, or
any sort of comfort of any kind that he had in his
power to bestow. She sweetly and graciously thanked
them, in the most exquisite English, but steadily
declined all favours, and the sailors reluctantly retired,
really sorry not to have had the honour and privilege
of helping her.
While this ovation was proceeding the Skipper
looked on from a distance, a humorous expression on
his good-natured face, and muttering grimly, "Aweel,
aweel! Lads maun be lads." And a few minutes


later he might have been heard humming, over his
ordinary work, a certain tune in a disjointed fashion.
And presently the dreamy humming broke into words
as follows :-

"Dame Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she reckons oh!
Her 'prentice hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lassies oh!
Hey ho, the lassies oh!
Bonnie, bonnie lassies oh!
Her 'prentice hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lassies oh!"

Which almost looks as if the ovation of the sailors
was better understood by their Captain than that
humorous, half-contemptuous look would have led one
to suppose.
Before going to sleep our little Lady watched for
the returning Sun; and, forthwith producing her guitar,
she sang to him one of her very sweet evening melodies,
the dulcet strains of which spread in the evening air
all about the vessel, bringing to her side and within
respectful distance every man who could dare leave
his work for a minute to listen. There was something



magical in the sounds, low and enthralling; and when
they ceased, the men, who had been almost holding
their breath to listen, gradually broke from the spell,
but yet half fancied they had been listening to some
Lorelei or sea nymph.
The melody ended, Her Serene Limpness wished
them all in the most tender fashion Good-night, and
composed herself to sleep, as usual, unaware of physical
discomforts, her Body rolled up against one hard coil

of ropes, her Head upon another, her guitar by her
side, her purse full of gold pieces strung about her
Neck, in full sight of the multitude, and in utter and
complete trust that no one would deprive her of it.
And there we will leave her for the night, dreaming
sweet dreams of the kind sailors, and their good deeds


and wishes on her behalf; of the simple face of the
skipper's child, of the sunny waves on which she had
tossed in her little boat, of the fishes snapping at her
biscuit, of the glorious setting sun, and above all, of
the Mother in England, who was in and with that
sun ; and of the joy of sharing such' a home until
her Mother should be brought back to Japan, where
all were to live happily again ever afterwards.
The moon shone that night on the placid upturned
Face of the Princess, and the plain Features became
almost beautiful from the smile of peace that lighted
it, though the wonderful Eyes were shut.

N mentioning the little silken purse that
hung round the neck of the Princess, I
ought to enter a little more fully into its
history, as this was no common one. It
was a curious combination of silk and old
leather, embroidered in antique work, and contained
inside two miniatures, one of a young and handsome
man in uniform, and the other of a beautiful woman,
in the draperies and with the special headgear of Sir
Joshua Reynolds' portraits. These were the pictures
of the unknown English Grandfather and Grandmother
of the Princess. The miniatures were curiously wrought
into the purse; and, owing to the protection of the
leather, were little the worse for the adventures they
had gone through on the memorable night when the


Mother of Her Highness had been wrecked on the
shores of Japan.
This little bag had been found hanging round the
young Englishwoman's neck ; and after her death it
had been transferred to that of the Princess. This
purse was generally well filled with gold; and when
Her Highness wished to bestow "largesse," she had
a broad and ample manner of gracefully extracting a
shining piece from its silken depths, and presenting
it with a sweet smile to her protgis, who generally
accepted it gratefully, forgetting to look at the value
of the coin until the fascination of the smile was
On the first morning of her life on board ship the
Princess awoke to greet the rising sun, and to tune
her little harp anew, but never thought of looking
to see if the money in her purse was safe. Of course
it was all right, for though every one saw it to be a
purse, there was not a man on board who would take
advantage of such sweet trustfulness. And she sang
her little hymn in very low, subdued tones, and tuned
her little lyre in perfect calm and peace.


And so her days on deck passed by. She had
certainly been a little surprised at first to find England
so much farther off than she had anticipated, but she
resigned herself with great composure to the prospect
of a longer voyage, and seemed rather to enjoy it.
At first the Captain had been uneasy about her,
feeling that the hard fare of sailors was not fit to
put before these gentle ladies. Gentle he instinctively
felt them to be, though the Princess, without pur-
posely avoiding the disclosure, had never happened
to allude to her rank. Captain Mackness judged her
to be a gentlewoman by her courtesy and consideration
for the feelings of every one on deck. She never
gave unnecessary trouble, but rose cheerfully and
gracefully to every occasion, making herself happy and
content with captain's biscuit and salt junk, though
we will not pretend to say that she did not miss, just
a little, her vegetable marrow, her clotted cream, and
her oysters.
In fine weather she perambulated the ship with
her own peculiar lurching Gait, stopping now and then
(at least, her Nose impelled her to stop) to ask


questions about some little de-
tail, the answers to which were
quite unintelligible, as she knew
nothing of the working of a
ship. She used to look with
wondering eyes at the sailors
going up the rigging. Her
strong eyes never tired of
looking up in this way.
One day a sailor said to her,
in chaff, "Just you try to swarm
the mast, Missie!" Irony was
not at all understood in Japan,
where people said quite quaintly
and literally what they meant.
So the Princess thought that
she was bidden to go, and
having so little powers of cal-
culation that she had no idea
of the difficulty of any task, she
softly answered, I'll try," and
began, with her two fat, nerve- -- -"--


less Hands, to lay hold on the big mast, and to put
one dear, limp Foot on a rope that hung from it. A
more happy illustration of strength and weakness than
that mast and that aspiring figure presented can hardly
be conceived. After trying, first with one Foot and
then with the other, and also shifting the position of
her fat Hands to get a better grip some other way,
she gave up the idea of ever reaching the bird-like
elevation to which her strong sight had attained, and
meekly said, turning her
almond Eyes pathetically
on the sailor, I can't."
No, Missie, don't try!"
said the sailor, that isn't
work for tender ladies like
you; sit you down here!"
and he arranged her a
most comfortable seat on
some cordage, his own
-__-_- jacket top of all, and set
her down with her lyre to play her little tunes to the
fishes, who followed the vessel in shoals, drawn on


by the music. Their shining backs, seen through the
transparent water, caused the path of the vessel to
appear traced in silver. At this sight the Princess
would clap her Hands exultingly, and awake her sleepy
woman to rejoice in her triumph.
But it was not only in fine weather that Her
Highness enjoyed life; she came out almost more
characteristically in a storm. In such weather as
would cause a captain to order all women down below,
hatchways closed, and so forth, this Woman sat
exultingly on deck, lashed, as a matter of necessity,
to a fixture ; but from that firm post rejoicing and
delighting in the stir. Certainly she had no sense of
danger or physical discomfort.
Not so the Skipper's young son, who missed his
mother on these occasions more than he liked to own.
When the storm raged about the ship he flew to
the Princess for protection; the big waves dashed over
them both, but she was .perfectly calm, always took
her seat in the bows of the boat, where the movement
was greatest, so that she was always either in the
trough of a wave, or borne aloft upon its crest, she


and her good ship quite out of the water, and a look
of the most serene triumph on her Face, as if she
were simply enjoying a game of see-saw, and it were
her turn to go up. Her maiden always took the cue
from her Mistress, but she was of a different type,
and had not the Princess's spirit and courage. The
English blood of the latter might, in part, account for
this unusual daring, combined, as it was, with the
calm trustfulness of the Japanese character.
The time at last drew near for the vessel to near
the English coast, and one night, wrapped in a shawl
which had been concealed by a tender mother amongst
the outfit of the small sailor boy (for in these latitudes
it certainly began to feel a little chilly), Her Highness
resigned herself to sleep. She knew they were
nearing England, and by force of contrast her
thoughts flew to Japan. She recalled in a dream
every incident of her last day there, the very day on
which she had rowed out to. sea and fallen in with the
Once more she was standing on the battlements,
the wide blue sea below her, the water lazily tumbling


on the rocks, in what would have been waves, if the
sea had felt less languid. The white sea-birds skimmed
the water below her feet, the little creeping plants
grew on the warm stone beneath her Hand. In her
dream she realized how warm the stone was; yet, in
the burning sun, there she stood in comfort, under the
shade of her paper parasol. The turrets of the Palace
glistened in the sun, gorgeous in gilding, and between
it and the Royal child lay a stretch of many coloured
shrubs and flowers. Above her head grew a great
shrub of immense chrysanthemums, the national flower
of Japan, and beside her a plant of borage, her
favourite flower. She loved the hazy way in which
the soft green-grey of the borage broke out here and
there into a bright blue blossom. There was a casual
air about these flowers that was in harmony with the
Princess's cast of mind. She loved to twist about a
spray gently in her hand, casting lights, first on one
part of the foliage, then on another. As the hairy
spikes shone in the sun her own Face brightened,
and she would say naively, I am making the flower


And so, on this memorable day, she had been
playing dreamily with a bit of borage ; but getting
tired of this amusement, she thought she would go
down to the sea, and she proceeded to step carefully
down the rocky path on her bare Feet (for the Princess
never wore shoes). On this path she had to pass
a small rocky basin, into which and out of which ran
a little stream; and round the basin swam and darted,
in the erratic way peculiar to themselves, many gold
and silver fishes. They all looked as if some idea
had suddenly occurred to them, which entailed a quick
change of place and movement.
The Princess, or rather her Nose, became interested
in these movements of the gold fish, regarded in detail,
though she did not care to investigate the general
scope and plan of a gold fish's life. So she thought
she would like to catch one, and discover its reasons
for such hasty decisions.
Thereupon she plunged her two small fat Hands
into the warm, sunny water. She aimed at a very
grand fish, and for some time the chase amused her.
But as she, so very often, nearly caught the fish,


and then saw it wriggle away, a slow sense of dis-
appointment came -s
on, a feeling to
which she was, as
yet, unused. She
had never been
called upon to bear ..- /
disappointment, and -
she felt this in a
strange and unex-
pected way, as if it r
were a bad omen. W
She really could not .-
catch the fish. But the sun was warm, the air
balmy, and the sea glittering; and troubles are
soon cured in such surroundings. So she left the
gold fish in the water, walked to the landing-place,
manned her little boat, and put out to sea, floating
at last on the great wide ocean where she met the
Skipper and her fate.
All this had really happened, and it returned very
vividly in the dream. Perhaps her Mind had been


wrought up by the thought of soon meeting her
Mother, and finding herself, after much discomfort on
the voyage, actually in the Land of the Setting Sun.
Her anticipations of England, its warmth and glory,
were proportionate to the ideas that a sun, setting in
the sea, amid radiant clouds, might be supposed to
inspire. She was now close to this Enchanted Land,

and her dreams were of sunlit air, and ruby fruits
peeping out from nests of golden leaves, when-

Cbrapfepr V.

HE awoke, to find that the ship had reached
home, and that the scene was just what
might have been expected on a drizzling,
raw day, and in the heart of the London
docks. She awoke to the clang of chains,
and the nautical sing-song of sailors, all dragging at
ropes, and shouting at each other.
The Royal Child stood up, dazed and bewildered,
to see around her what seemed at first sight an
undefined wilderness of dark grey and brown, dull
yellow sky overhead ; tall, dark brown buildings,
streaked with black all about; great dark, black-brown
and stone wharves close at hand; brown and black
ships, with a dash of murky red in the sails; and
an everlasting network of cordage overhead.


On the quay, dark, dull-blue waggons, attached to
which stood listlessly three or four very dirty-white
horses; men shouting to each other in the noisy
hurried way that we can all recall as part of the usual
business of a ship unlading. Every single thing that
met the eye of the Stranger was dark, grim, dusky,
and frowning; and the Darling of Japan stood as one
Flower thrown alive on to a cinder heap, surveying,
but quite unable to comprehend.
Was this the Land of the Setting Sun? Could this
be England? And was her Mother really here, living
in all this darkness?
A terrible tightness laid hold on the childlike Heart,
a something it had never felt before. But the thought
of her Mother sustained her; she was sure she would
be with her presently. She stood quite still amongst
the cordage, in very meek, unconscious dignity, keeping
to that end of the vessel where she would be least in
the way, and where she was, in fact, unnoticed. Then,
at last, her weak Ankles failing her, she sat down;
and after what seemed to her hours of patient waiting,
she saw the Captain coming towards her, his chief

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duties accomplished. Sad misgivings were slowly
creeping over her; and when she saw her friend
approaching, she lurched towards him with hands out-
stretched, exclaiming, "Where's my Mother?"
The Captain looked astonished, and remarked, "Weel,
Missie, that's what I'd fain ken myself. Whaur's your
Mither? Didna ye tell me yer ain sen that ye were
going to meet your Mither?"
"Oh yes," said the Princess, in her very distinct
high-bred English, "but where is she?" (I must here
remark that our Heroine, having only learnt English
from her Lady Mother, spoke usually in the most
classic style, her words borrowed chiefly from Shake-
speare and Spenser; but that, during the voyage,
she had picked up the expressions of the Scotch
sailors, and, combining the two forms of speech,
fell into a style of her own that was decidedly
Weel!" said the skipper, what are we to do wid
ye, I'd like to know? Say the word, and I'm your
"Aweel, aweel!" sighed the Princess, after a short


pause of unproductive thought, "I dinna ken. I'll
e'en wrap my weeds around me, and go forth."
Na, na! that ye sail na do," cried the skipper,
who was far too chivalrous to allow this poor child
of nature to go forth unprotected into the murky
streets of the city. I'll just tak ye hame to my
wife, and she'll tak care of ye baith the nicht, and
to-morrow maybe your Mither '11 come for ye to
the docks. Maybe she'll just have mistaken the
The Princess thanked him with a look, and said
no more; but in her Heart rang the words, Where's
your Mither?" and, if her Eyes had not been so
liquid by nature as to preclude the possibility of their
becoming more so, one might have suspected that an
unshed tear lent them a little extra brightness. She
only knew that she felt very much as she had done
when the gold fish declined to be caught, as if she
were in vain pursuit of something desirable, and a
sad feeling of depression, born of the river fog, closed
her in on every side. But she looked forward to
evening and the setting sun, and the thought of


seeing him in his glory, before many hours were past,
comforted her and helped her on.
So the skipper, having arranged his affairs at the
dock, and given instructions to his crew, resolved,
without further loss of time, to deposit his rather
troublesome cargo at home, and set off at a brisk
pace, leaving the women and child to bring up the
But, my good man, consider before you step out
in that sturdy way whom you have in tow!
The lurching steps of the Princess, though strained
to their utmost speed, could in no way keep up with
the captain's strides. In vain did she say, I'll try."
The task was beyond her power, and she would have
been left behind, utterly stranded in that great, dirty
city, but that the boy ran forward and overtook his
father before a corner of the street had hidden him
from sight. The kind-hearted captain was struck with
remorse to think he could so far overlook the help-
lessness of his charge; but positively, he had not
reflected that the Princess, who was as brave as a
man in the storms, was physically so helpless, and so


very weak on her Feet. He exclaimed below his
breath, Hoot, mon! and would ye lave the puir
lassies in the streets all night ? Shame on ye, Donald
Mackness! And with these words he turned back,
and met his strange charges struggling along the
very middle of
the narrow lane,
in danger of
being run over
by the first
trundling wag-
"- gon. What a
pathetic sight it was that met his eye! Two small
women, but one by far the smaller of the two, dressed
in a many-coloured silken robe, bound with a very
loose sea-green cord, a little bag dangling from the
Neck, bare Feet, bare Arms, and bare Head, which
Head lay languidly back over one Shoulder; the
whole Figure swathed and wreathed in chains of pink
coral, and supporting on the left Arm a strange out-
landish guitar. Any one might have taken the weary
little Figure for a strolling player; and when, from


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utter stupefaction and weariness, she sat down in -a
corner to rest, she might have been told by a police-
man to Move on!" Oh awful thought! It flashed
across the skipper's breast, and he determined that
nothing should make him desert that lone little Woman
(who was just now raising her pathetic almond Eyes
to his) until he saw her safely into the hands of her
friends. Just as he was wondering how he should
get her conveyed to his home, a waggon, heavily
laden with barrels, came in sight, groaning up the
narrow street from the water's edge. It belonged to a
friend of his, and bore a well-known name; so he
hailed it, and asked for a lift for the ladies. This
was granted, and as the Princess made her triumphant
entry into London, mounted on whiskey barrels, her
spirits began to revive, and she declared to herself
that she should no doubt very soon see her Mother,
and that, at any rate, there would be the glorious
setting sun to speak to before night. There is no
denying that she enjoyed her ride, mounted up so
high, her four broad-backed dray horses, tugging away
bravely at their load, looking like mice so far below


her. At that height she could almost look in at the
second-floor windows of the warehouses that they
passed, and was face to face with great staring adver-
tisements, letters half a foot high, of Colman's
Mustard," "Dr. Ridge's Patent Food," etc. But these
were a mystery to our little foreigner, she never
having seen English printed, except casually in the
Bible of the captain's boy; and not having had the
curiosity to learn to read it, she did not know what
these big letters meant, and so mistook them for
pictures, dimly wondering what scenes in the life of
the English they were intended to represent.
She came to the conclusion that the letters figured
a gymnastic apparatus, such as she had seen in use
amongst jugglers and acrobats in Japan. She took
an I for a climbing-pole, P for a ring supported on
an upright for taking a leap through off a horse's
back, H was a trapeze, M a swing, and so forth.
To a deeper thinker, it might have seemed strange
that the English should be so wholly given over to
athletics as to devote every spare wall to a repre-
sentation of the national mania ; but this was too


" all round" a view for Her Highness to take. She
only saw things in detail. Such thoughts as she had
she kept to herself, knowing that her attendant was
not of a thinking turn, and would not have thought
it respectful to differ.
Thus, in silence, they reached the Skipper's abode,
all abreast, Father and Son on the pavement, the
ladies on the Waggon.
The joy of the Mother in once more embracing her
husband and son need hardly be dwelt upon, nor
her surprise on finding what an extraordinary addition
had been made to their home party. Certainly her
husband was in the habit of bringing home strange
pets,-parrots and marmozettes,-and once, only once,
a monkey; but two women or children-for by their
size it was difficult to tell which they were-this was
rather too much! However, Mrs. Mackness was too
happy to say much, and the Princess's eyes, as usual,
did their work, so that it was soon settled that the
ladies should remain for a day or two, until the much-
talked-of Mother turned up.
Her Highness, no doubt, thought the English home


very small and narrow after the Palace to which she
had been accustomed; but her bright nature asserted
itself as usual, and she was soon at home with the
Mother,-the strongest bond of union being called into
play by the latter observing the evident devotion of
her little Donny to the stranger.
Mrs. Mackness soon saw all she owed to Her
Highness's gentle care of the little son, and she felt
no difficulty in giving her a welcome, without any
thoughts of repayment.
But, to their surprise, the august Guest, before she
had been very long in the house, and while their frugal
meal was being despatched, took out her silken purse,
and drew from it four or five gold pieces, laying them
simply before the Captain, with a look that implied,
" Oblige me by appropriating them!" The good man
looked at them in astonishment, and forthwith thrust
down his two hands deep into his trouser-pockets, as
if to keep them out of harm's way.
Na, na, my leddy!" he exclaimed, "put up yer
siller! You're giving me a hantle too much. One
broad piece is owre muckle for your trip. Put up the


rest. Ye'll want it before long." And as the Princess
showed no signs of understanding, he swept the gold
pieces together, and shovelled them back into her
purse, all except one, which he kept, but never spent,
in memory of that remarkable passenger.
A small attic was put at the disposal of the Princess
and her woman by Mrs. Mackness, who made it. as
comfortable as she could; and from the window of the
same our Heroine waited and watched as she thought
sunset must be approaching. She sat with her guitar
on her arm, gazing on the tall warehouses and the
murky sky, waiting and watching for the great blaze
of glory.
At length, seeing no splendid mass of fire in the
heavens, she thought she must have mistaken the time,
and went downstairs into the parlour. "When sinks
the god of day?" she asked in classic language from
the matter-of-fact Mrs. Mackness. The latter stared
and pondered, and tried to realise what the question
meant ; then, being a woman of superior education,
it dawned upon her that the sun might possibly be
alluded to. However, she thought best to make sure.


"When what, my dear?" she inquired.
When sinks the god of day?" repeated the Princess.
" When leaves he in heaven the fiery clouds as cast-off
raiment, and sinks beneath the waves of ocean to his
rest ?" This she said with admirable simplicity, and
unconsciousness that she was expressing herself in
archaic terms.
Do you mean, my dear," inquired Mrs. Mackness,
"that you want to know when the sun sets?"
Ye-es," said the Princess dreamily.
Oh, the sun set long ago, this hour,-I should
think," replied Mrs. Mackness briskly. Why, it's near
upon seven o'clock."
Hoot awa, mon!" cried the Princess in despair;
" ye suld have tellkt me that afore, laddie!" she added,
catching up the words of a song that she had often
heard sung by the sailors. Her sorrow at having
missed the sunset, and for having, almost for the first
time in her life, omitted her parting hymn, was touching
to see; and the good woman could but comfort her
in the best way she understood, but with an ardent
desire that "the mother" might appear before long.

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As she said to her husband afterwards, "It wasn't
that Missie made any fuss or sound, but she looked
that sorry and however will she get on in England
if she makes such a piece of work about not seeing
the sun set? Why, you may live in these parts mostly
all the year round, and never see the sun set or rise."
Meanwhile the forlorn Potentate had slipped, away
to her attic, and following the lead of her own mournful
thoughts, cast herself down opposite the hideous
buildings in an attitude of despair, one hand across
her beloved lyre, the other feebly clutching-at vacancy.
" No Mother, no home, no sun! All gone and lost!"
This was the burden of her thoughts; but, in all her
trouble, she was perfectly silent and tearless.
Mrs. Mackness little knew the special associations
of the sunset for our Heroine, and how nearly it was
connected with thoughts of her absent Mother.


U UR Princess had survived two great shocks
in one day, but her temperament being
naturally of the most elastic, she soon began
to get over her troubles, and to feel sure
that she would not only find her Mother
very soon, but also would be able to return with her
to Japan, on which place she now fixed all her thoughts,
England having proved such a disappointment.
The first step in her proposed programme clearly
was to perambulate the streets of the city till she
should find her Mother; and, though realizing very
faintly the magnitude of the task, she yet saw it to
be hard, and that there was nothing for it but to say,
" I'll try."
She therefore asked next morning if Captain


Mackness would take her to the docks to meet her
Mother, since she quite accepted his idea that there
was some mistake about the day. Mrs. Mackness,
before she started off the helpless pair (little did she
realize how helpless they really were), gave the
Princess many directions as to the turns she must
take to find her way home, all which hints fell like
water off the duck's back, our Heroine not taking in
one word. The little boy was to be their guide, and,
after depositing them at the docks, was to go farther
on some other errand, it being supposed that the
distance was so short, the ladies could find their
way home alone. Captain Mackness, who really knew
but little of Her Highness's character, not having had
opportunity, during a rather stormy voyage, to study
it much, had no idea how unbusinesslike she was;
but still, seeing a hazy look upon her face while the
wife's directions were being given, he said, Look'ee
here, my little leddy, don't 'ee go about with all that
siller slung round your neck. Folks ain't all they
ought to be down at the docks, you know. Just hand
over that purse to the gude wife, and here are some


bawbees for you" (which the Princess immediately did,
with a frank smile, and air of touching confidence).
" Maybe ye'll want a few bawbees, and if you're in
straits, and canna find your road home, gang yer ways
to one of them big men, see ye ?" he said, taking her
to the window, and pointing out a passing policeman
of gigantic stature, and ask your way home again.
Wife, write down the street and number; she may
forget it. There, my lass," he continued, handing her
the address and a little leather purse with a three-
penny piece in it and some halfpence, put that round
your neck, and show it to the big man if you're in
wants, and come home to yer dinner!"
Having thus made all provision for the safety of
the unfledged birds, the skipper saw them depart
under the care of his little son, with no misgivings
concerning their future. And off they went cheerily,
the Princess utterly unaware that London was some-
what less honest than Japan. The boy deposited the
helpless pair at the dock, and went his way, they
spending their time vaguely looking about .them in
hopes of seeing the Daughter of the Moon. But in


vain! The Princess looked up sweetly into the faces
of one or two dockmen, and kept saying, "To the
west! to the west!" thinking there must be some
place farther west, and nearer the setting sun, to which
this dull and dreary region acted only as vestibule.
"To the west?" one man answered, in abrupt,
laconic fashion. "Well, if you want to go to the West
End, you'd better go by underground-or stop! you'll
go cheaper by penny boat."
The Princess smiled assent, and hearing of a penny,
held up one of her bawbees, which
action the man took for consent, ^.\,
and good-naturedly trotted them over .
some gangways from one barge to ,
another, till by some magic, and by
dint of quicker walking than they had .
ever before practised, they found
themselves on the deck of a penny
steamer, bound westwards up the river.
But before going on to this ex- -"
perience, the reader should be told of a little mental
exercise that the Princess went through.


The young man said, You only gave me a penny;
and there's a pair of you, ain't there? Look sharp!
another penny!"
Her Highness, not fully aware of the value of the
English coinage, opened her purse, and held it up
confidingly to the youth that he might help himself.
He took out the threepenny piece, returning to her her
own penny and one extra, and saying, as he clapped
the change down into her hand, Here you are!"
The Princess, not knowing this was an expression,
lifted her eyes inquiringly, and said simply, Oh yes,
here I am;" and in her own mind she added, "What
did he mean? How could I be anywhere else? He
is there, and I am here. I couldn't be there, or it
wouldn't be me. What did he mean?" But this
thought was too deep and metaphysical to be pursued
to its limits, and the Princess gave up guessing, and
was soon wholly engrossed in the pleasures of the
moment. Their good-natured friend helped them to a
place, and they sat down in peace and comfort. People
on board stared for a minute at their strange disguise;
but taking them for Indian jugglers, who made a


trade of dressing-up," they offered them no insult.
The whistle shrieked, the black clouds of smoke
puffed up, to the intense surprise of our travellers,
and they were off.
They felt quite amused at the lines of buildings that
floated past them, as they imagined, for they had no
idea that they were in motion themselves, having never
been upon any large moving thing, except the deck
of the merchant vessel, of whose personal powers of
pitching there could be no doubt.
They watched the shore with interest, and the
Princess's Nose discovered many details of interest,
though the general purport of the voyage was a
mystery to her.
At length they reached their destination; the steamer
went no farther, and the two friends were hustled off the
boat, and found themselves literally alone in London."
But nothing daunted or, in fact, the least uneasy,
they pursued their way, commenting to each other
on the shops, the passers-by, the omnibuses, and every
other trifle; but on none with greater interest than
the policemen, whose dress riveted their attention.


They had heard the Skipper call the Policeman the
" big man;" and this being the term always applied
in Japan to the Mikado, and to him only, and our
little foreigners not being aware that "big" was in-
tended in a physical sense, fancied that this Policeman
was a great ruler or Mikado, a notion much strength-
ened by the grandeur of his helmet and outer man
generally. When they saw many policemen all in the
same costumes, they thought in their hazy, spiritualizing
way that it was but one Mikado, in many earthly
forms ; and they had a comfortable feeling that the
English Mikado was with them everywhere, so that
they felt sure any member of the force could at once
communicate in spirit with the individual pointed out
by the Skipper, and that they would quickly be trans-
ferred by his means to the bit of street where they
had first seen him through the window. Had the
Princess only known it, she had reason to feel uneasy
at going about the streets swathed in her priceless
coral; but no one of her fellow-passengers ever took
the necklace for anything but mock beads. And it
was thus that she worked her way safely through her


English life, by other people always depreciating her,
and by her equally over-appreciating them. She took


everything for kindness, and had not the slightest fear
that any one would harm her. Thus, having no doubts
about their own safety, the pair wandered cheerily on


till they reached the Strand; and here, wandering up
a narrow street, they came, without a word of warning,
on a toy shop right in front of them, with a window
perfectly full of Japanese dolls and other toys. How
transfixed both stood with silent delight! There were
the big heads, thick wrists and ankles, smiling faces,
and general beaming look of welcome and happiness.
The wanderers were enchanted, and lost no time in
crossing the street and entering the shop. The shop-
woman stared at them, as if she thought two of her
own dolls had grown bigger, and gained the power
of motion; and they looked lovingly at her in return.
Then the Princess, in classic English, demanded that
they might go and sit amongst the dolls ; in fact,
proposed nothing less audacious than that they should
do as the dolls did, stand in the window and watch
the street. It was some time before the Princess's
English percolated to the toy-woman's brain; but when
she did understand, she gasped inwardly. However,
not having sold much that day, her wits were sharp-
ened, and a grand idea occurred to her.
Why not let these strange creatures have their way ?


It would not hurt jier, whatever was thought about
them. And what a "draw" it would be! Two real
live Japanese faces amongst the dolls! A chance not
to be overlooked. Every one would stop to buy. So,
making up her mind that she must keep a sharp look
out that they did not rob her, and winking to a shop-
assistant with a look which meant "Two upon ten!"
she allowed them to take their places. And there they
stood calmly and happily, unconscious of criticism, and
enjoying their day hugely. This was a real day out;"
this was something like "London" at last. True, a
different London to what the Princess had dreamed,
but still a delightful place. Only to see the omni-
buses, the men, the women, the little children! They
pointed with their thick fingers to all they thought
most attractive; and never failed to exclaim to each
other Mikado!" when they saw a Policeman pass by.
The ladies drew crowds to the shop, and would have
realized themselves to be quite deserted towards night,
had they had any thoughts to spare for their com-
panions of the morning. The woman had not done
such a brisk day's business for months. She was very


civil to the ladies," and offered them some tea, taking
care to put it in a Japanese tea-set, so as to make
the hospitality useful in the general "draw." The
ladies, sitting opposite each other, smiling and chatting
in Japanese, and drinking tea out of blue-and-white
cups without handles, were a fortune in themselves.
So there they sat until closing time came, and the
woman wanted to put up her shutters. Then she
told them they must go. "Go?" said the Princess.
" Whither away ?"
Oh, I don't know," said the woman; "Idon't want
you any longer."
The friends looked at each other, perfectly vague
about their locality, or means of returning home, and
while they were so doing, the woman took them
roughly by their shoulders, and pushed them on to
the pavement, locking the shop door in their faces.
No exclamation, so natural under the circumstances,
escaped from either of them. For a minute they
stood quite still, the ten toes on each pair of feet
facing each other; then, with childlike composure, they
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by side. The Princess, feeling that she was in com-
mand of this day's expedition, was revolving in her
mind the possibility of walking home, and was mentally
saying I'll try ; her woman was leaving the thinking
to her mistress, not feeling it incumbent on her to have
ideas of her own.
In this moment of perplexity she raised her eyes,
and in the extreme distance to which her eagle eyes
could penetrate, she saw a vision, and rapturously
exclaimed, "A Mikado!!" This was hope indeed,
and fortunately the big man was coming their way.
Patient dignity being an
attribute of their race, they
awaited his arrival, and
when he was within a
reasonable distance, with
arms uplifted, lurched
towards him, crying out,
"Mikado! Mikado!"
He fancied they were
foreigners begging, and said, short and sharp, "Not
allowed in London!"


But the Princess took the address out of her purse,
and quoting probably from Mrs. Hemans, or some other
authoress of the same date, remarked, Lost children
of a sunny clime! whither away? whither away ?"
The Policeman stared, suspected them to be lunatics,
and said, as he read the address, I say, young
women! where do you hang out ? Is this your
address ? Sure you're not escaped from Colney
Hatch ?"
"Ye-es," said the Princess, not understanding the
question, but luckily answering right.
"Well," he said, "you'd better make haste and get
home, or I shall have to put you in the lockup for
the night."
To most people these would" have seemed rough
words, but these two were so unaccustomed to rough-
ness, that they did not accept them as such, or feel
daunted. They had often noticed that the English
had a peculiar and incomprehensible way of locking
up" their valuables, and they therefore only saw this
suggestion as a mark of respect and kindness on the
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each at once possessed herself of one of his hands,
holding it between her own, and 'walking with him
side by side, as if he had been their Father.
He was so completely overcome by this mark of
confidence, and by the upturned, childlike eyes, that
he changed his tone instantly, and said, kindly, "Well,
here's my pal just on the spot. I can see you home
before I go in to supper. I reckon you'll be lost if I
leave you." And therewith the "big man" hailed an
omnibus, and popped his protge'es into it, getting in
with them.
At this juncture, a street arab, who had been
watching with interest this little scene, and its termina-
tion, having had an eye on the ladies since the
morning, applied his thumb to his nose tip, jeeringly,
and winking saucily at the little pair, exclaimed,
"Taken up by a Bobby at last!" And the poor
Princess, as she wearily tumbled on to the seat of
the crowded omnibus, caught his words, and in the
full tide of her gratitude echoed them, much to the
amusement of her fellow-passengers. With a sigh of
relief, she exclaimed, "Taken up by a Bobby at


last!" One fat hand was suddenly slipped into that
of No. I50X," and two gentle Eyes raised to his,
as if she never could express her sense of his fatherly
The little ladies would have preferred seeing life
from the outside of the omnibus, but they were happy
anywhere. Their kind friend took them straight
home, to the, relief of Mrs. Mackness, who had been
expecting them for hours.

UCH uneasiness had the absence of her
guests caused to Mrs. Mackness, that,
during the whole afternoon, she had been
seriously debating what steps she should
take to dispose of them, and her anxieties
had crept, in a casual sort of way, into a letter she
was writing, though without any idea that her
correspondent could help her in the matter. The
correspondent happened to be the very right person
to help her out of the difficulty.
And now I must introduce to you, Reader, a woman
with whom I hope you will be able to make friends,
for she deserves to be liked. By name, she was a
certain Lady Gwendoline Lockhart (" Lady Gwen,"
as she was usually called by her friends), the wife of


a very active Conservative M.P. By nature she was
true and honest; she had seen a good deal of life,
and was a thorough woman of the world, without
being in the least worldly. In fact, Lady Gwen
combined in rare measure the power to judge kindly,
speak plainly, and act courteously. Need it be said
that this bright, strong, good-looking woman had a
few foes, but many friends? And among her humble
friends and servants ranked Mrs. Mackness, who had,
before her marriage, occupied the post of confidential
maid-housekeeper to Lady Gwen's mother. And still
Mrs. Mackness had the happiness of working for
"dear Lady Gwen," for she helped to carry out the
charitable schemes of the latter for the dock labourers
in that neighbourhood, as mission woman and general
She-was just now writing to Her Ladyship on some
of these subjects, and added:-
"I am quite in perplexity just now, but .ought not
to trouble your Ladyship about it. -As I told your
Ladyship, my husband returned yesterday from his
voyage, but I did not name that he brought with him


two Japineese females; they seem to be young ; they
are certainly very strange. One of them wears round
her neck a sort of bag-purse, with two minnitures set
inside it. One of the pictures is a gentleman in
regimentles; the other is a lady with her hair all
drawn up. There is a lot of gold pieces in the purse,
which, my husband says, is Japinese coins. The one
young person speaks English beautiful; the other don't
speak English at all."

"Next day.
"I take up my pen again, my Lady, as I could not
finish this yesterday, having felt in such an upset the
whole afternoon, owing to the two young females
going out and getting-lost. They were brought home
by a policeman. They seem so helpless, poor things;
I can't bear to turn them adrift, but I ask my
husband, whatever did he bring them home for ?
"With my duty to your Ladyship, and apologising
for troubling you, I am,
Your Ladyship's humble servant,


When this letter arrived, Lady Gwen was sitting
in the pretty boudoir of her country house in
Berkshire. She mastered carefully all the first part
before she even read the end; but when she came
to the last few lines she read quickly, next time
breathlessly, then broke off, pondered for a few
minutes with knit brows, then read once more. At
length, she exclaimed inwardly, and half aloud, Most
extraordinary coincidence! A little purse with two
miniatures set in it. I am certain I ought to know
something of that purse. There was some old
story. Now, what was it? Who was it told
me ? Ah, I remember it was old Lady
Glencartney. Yes, of course! It was she
who was telling that story to my mother when I was
a girl, about a young couple. I think it was
some relations of her own. They couldn't have
been so very young either, for they had a daughter
almost grown up. But I remember they had their
pictures done for her in Rome by an Italian artist,
and put into a purse. They were on a voyage round
the world, and they all got drowned somehow, the


girl too. It all comes back to me now, though it's so
long since I heard it. I must go up to town and see
the purse and Lady Glencartney at once. .. What a
mercy she is still alive! She will tell me all the details."
So, to the great astonishment of Mrs. Mackness,
the following day saw Lady Gwendoline knocking at
her humble door, and after mutual greetings the two
" young females were brought in, and presented to her.
As the Princess, with her woman behind her (merely
acting as foil to her principal), stood in the doorway,
her head slightly back and on one side, gliding gently
forward on one broad, bare Foot, looking ineffably
sweet and Oriental, Lady Gwendoline caught her
breath in rapture. It was she who was taken aback,
not the Royal Stranger. The Princess just paused in
the doorway, and in the gravest fashion blew a kiss
off her fat finger tips, accompanied by a melting glance
from her luminous Eyes.
The woman of the world was fully as much
attendrie as had -been the sailors, the skipper, or
the policeman, and rising from her seat, quickly clasped
the child (for such she thought her) in her arms, and


kissed her. The Princess was a little astonished, not
to say ruffled, by this Occidental embrace. In Japan
they never went farther than to blow kisses. The
august Personage immediately sneezed, much in the
way a kitten does, a small dainty sneeze, that became
her infinitely. In this way she seemed to rid herself
of the oppression caused by
too effusive a form of af-
Si fection. She then looked at
a Lady Gwen over her shoulder
as she gathered her robes
together and walked slowly
away, and the look contained
as near an approach to grave
displeasure as her Features
were capable of assuming.
In her encounter with women of fashion Lady
Gwen had never felt so seriously rebuked. After a
proper pause Her Highness sneezed again; then, in
a small, dignified way, recovered herself, winked her
grand eyes slowly twice, and after another suitable
pause, suddenly turned them beaming in their liquid


beauty on Lady Gwendoline, as much as to say,
"We'll be friends; but don't do it again!" With
that she laid her cool hand in Lady Gwendoline's
palm, and left it there confidingly. Lady Gwen was
speechless with delight. She was a woman who
loved originality, and seldom saw it. In London there
was such a frightful amount of staleness. People
constantly tried to be original, and were merely
eccentric. There was no doubt about it, this protegee
of Captain Mackness was a new type, a true Oriental,
and Lady Gwen appreciated it accordingly. Mrs.
Mackness had hung the purse round the neck of the
Princess before taking her downstairs, and the next
proof of restored confidence given by our Heroine
was to open the purse, and undo the part in which
the miniatures were enclosed, saying trustfully, My
Our little Lady knew instinctively that she was in
the presence of another lady, for she had never offered
to show the pictures to Mrs. Mackness, who had only
seen them accidentally; but with the esprit de corps
natural amongst gentlewomen, she disclosed her family


affairs to this one. Lady Gwen looked in amazement
at the pictures and at the purse, and noted every
detail in order to acquaint Lady Glencartney, whose
memory was unfailing, though she was over ninety
years of age. The little purse was a bag of the
delicate leather, formerly scented and made into gloves
by the Italians, and with the leather was combined
some very ancient embroidery. All this part had been
slightly damaged with sea-water, and looked centuries
old; but inside there were no such traces. And in
an inner flap reposed the two portraits side by side,
quite unhurt. The bag was hung round the neck by
a chain of curiously twisted leather.
Lady Gwen said nothing; she returned the purse
quietly, and thanked the Princess for allowing her to
look at it. She was beginning to feel that this little
Personage must be older than she looked, and might
require treating with respect, and she did not care to
provoke another sneeze of reprimand. So presently
taking her leave of the Princess, who, on this occa-
sion, made her a very courteous, undulating obeisance,
Lady Gwen departed, driving straight to the abode


of Lady Glencartney, and pondering meanwhile on her
The accent in which our Princess had uttered her
few words betrayed so much education. The very
word Forebears was one that hailed from olden lite-
rature. What a mystery hung about her! Who and
what was she ? Lady Gwen was as pleased over this
mystery as many women would be over a choice bit
of scandal to which they alone held what might prove
to be a clue, and produce a denouement. We will
not follow her through the whole of her conversation
with Lady Glencartney, for it would take too long;
it is enough to say that the latter, old as she was,
was quite intelligent and intelligible, and without hesi-
tation pronounced the purse to be, if not the same,
yet an absolute facsimile of one that had been made
as a present for herself years ago, but which she had
never received. Of course, in the present state of
affairs, nothing was told her of the way in which the
purse had come to light. It was merely mentioned as
having been brought from Japan by the crew of a
trading vessel.


Lady Glencartney's story was curious. She said
that it was her very own daughter and son-in-law,
who had been, nearly thirty years ago, about to make
a voyage round the world, and who had stopped in
Rome for some time, and got their portraits taken
by an Italian artist of note. The originals were sent
to Scotland to adorn the portrait-gallery in the home
of her son-in-law, the Earl of Strath Grampian, and
these miniatures had been taken from them, and
worked up into a purse, copied from a very old Italian
model. The young Countess had wished her mother
to have these portraits for her own pleasure, and set
in this unconventional way.
The old lady, having told her story, thus far con-
tinued: "My dear Gwen, it isn't often that I have
shown my child's letter to any one, but you shall see
it now." And with her ebony stick, she made her
way to an antique cabinet, in whose nests of drawers
evidently reposed many treasures. Out of one bundle
she took a certain letter, carefully preserved, dated
and labelled "Her last;" and opening it, she read,
knowing exactly where to turn for the words, I am


having our miniatures put into the purse, dear Mother,
for you, so that however empty it may be, you shall
never feel poor. You can always say with Cornelia,
'These are my riches!' Barbara grows a great girl.
She will be fifteen to-morrow, as no doubt you have
already remembered. She makes good progress in her
Italian, but admires nothing so much as the English
poets, Shakespeare, Spenser, and Chaucer. She repeats
long passages out of these by heart, learns these things
so easily."
"Ah," sighed the old lady, "that's all past and gone.
She and 'her husband and little Bab were all drowned,
with every soul on board, somewhere off the coast
of China or Japan.
Lady Gwendoline listened with speechless wonder
and sympathy. What a clue was unravelling itself
before her eyes It was quite evident that, if the
miniatures could be identified as being the same people
represented by the family portraits of the Earl of
Strath Grampian, there could be no doubt about this
purse being the identical one referred to. But then
it might, argued Lady Gwen, have been picked up

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