As for Miss Blithers becoming the Princess of Graustark, that was
simple poppy-cock, declared the speakers. The crown could take oath
that Prince Robin would not allow _that_ to happen. Had he not
declared in so many words that he would never wed the daughter of
William Blithers, and, for that matter, hadn't the young woman also
announced that she would have none of him? There was one thing that
Mr. Blithers couldn't do, and that was to marry his daughter to the
Prince of Graustark.
And so, by the time that Mr. Blithers arrived in Edelweiss, the
people were in a less antagonistic frame of mind,--though sullenly
suspicious,--and were even prepared to grin in their sleeves, for,
after all, it was quite clear that the joke was not on them but on
Mr. Blithers.
When the special train pulled into the station Mr. Blithers turned to
his wife and said:
"Cheer up, Lou. This isn't a funeral."
"But there is quite a mob out there," she said, peering through the
car window. "How can we be sure that they are friendly?"
"Don't you worry," said Mr.
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