Inasmuch as I was now the second personage in the Kingdom, as far as
political power and authority were concerned, much was made of me.
raiment was of silks and velvets and cloth of gold, and by consequence was
very showy, also uncomfortable.
But habit would soon reconcile me to my
clothes; I was aware of that.
I was given the choicest suite of apartments in
the castle, after the king's.
They were aglow with loud-colored silken
hangings, but the stone floors had nothing but rushes on them for a carpet,
and they were misfit rushes at that, being not all of one breed. As for
conveniences, properly speaking, there weren't any.
I mean little
conveniences; it is the little conveniences that make the real comfort of life.
The big oaken chairs, graced with rude carvings, were well enough, but that
was the stopping place. There was no soap, no matches, no looking-glass--
except a metal one, about as powerful as a pail of water.
And not a chromo.
I had been used to chromos for years, and I saw now that without my
suspecting it a passion for art had got worked into the fabric of my being,
and was become a part of me.
It made me homesick to look around over this
proud and gaudy but heartless barrenness and remember that in our house in
East Hartford, all unpretending as it was, you couldn't go into a room but
you would find an insurance-chromo, or at least a three-color God-Bless-
Our-Home over the door; and in the parlor we had nine.
But here, even in
my grand room of state, there wasn't anything in the nature of a picture
except a thing the size of a bedquilt, which was either woven or knitted (it