THREE:��The king was fond of children; he liked to have his grand-nephews about him. One day, while the king sat at work in his cabinet, the younger of the two, a boy of eight or nine, was playing ball about the room, and knocked it once and again into the king��s writing operation, who twice or oftener flung it back to him, but next time put it in his pocket, and went on. ��Please your majesty, give it me back,�� begged the boy, and again begged: majesty took no notice; continued writing. Till at length came, in the tone of indignation, ��Will your majesty give me my ball, then?�� The king looked up; found the little Hohenzollern planted firm, hands on haunches, and wearing quite a peremptory562 air. ��Thou art a brave little fellow. They won��t get Silesia out of thee?�� cried he, laughing, and flinging him his ball.��194
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