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"The Princess!" cried Sitzky

"Long live the Princess!" cried the crowd "God save our Yetive!"

Sitzky started as if shot, Raring at the tall n of Graustark "Well," he gasped, "what d' you t'ink o' dat!"

The train that was to carry them out of the East into the West puffed and snorted, the bell clanged, the people cheered, and they were off Hours later, as the car whirled through the Hungarian plain, Yetive, looking frolish which was her very own: "Ah, the world, the dear world! I am so sorry for queens!"