went to the next farm, it’s my belief you would hear as much against my father.’
‘Nay, nay,’ said Otto, ‘there you go too fast. For all that was said against Prince Otto’
‘O, it was shameful!’ cried the girl.
‘Not shameful—true,’ returned Otto. ‘O, yes—true. I am all they said of me—all that and worse.’
‘I never!’ cried ‘Ottilia. ‘Is that how you do? Well, you would never be a soldier. Now if any one accuses me, I get up and give it them. O, I defend myself. I wouldn’t take a fault at another person’s hands, no, not if I had it on my forehead. And that’s what you must do, if you mean to live it out. But, indeed, I never heard such nonsense. I should think you was ashamed of yourself! You’re bald, then, I suppose?’
‘O no,’ said Otto, fairly laughing. ‘There I acquit myself: not bald!’
‘Well, and good?’ pursued the girl. ‘Come now, you know you are good, and I’ll make you say so … Your Highness, I beg your humble pardon. But there’s no disrespect intended. And anyhow, you know you are.’
‘Why, now, what am I to say?’ replied Otto. ‘You are a cook, and excellently well you do it; I embrace the chance of thanking you for the ragout. Well now, have you not seen good
