Part 1 (2/2)

Another thing the older brothers couldn't understand about Stefan was why he was always laughing and joking. He did the work of two men but whether he was working or resting you could always hear him cracking his merry jokes and laughing his jolly laugh.

”I think he's foolis.h.!.+” Mihailo said.

Jakov hoped that the village people wouldn't hear about his carryings on.

”They'd laugh at him,” he said, ”and they'd laugh at us, too, because we're his brothers.”

But Stefan didn't care. The more they frowned at him, the louder he laughed, and in spite of their dark looks he kept on cracking his merry jokes and talking nonsense. And every evening after supper his little sister, Militza, clapped her hands and cried:

”Now, Stefan, tell me a story! Tell me a story!”

”Father,” Mihailo would say, ”you ought to make him keep quiet! He's foolish and all he does is fill Militza's head with nonsense!”

This always made Militza very indignant and she would stamp her little foot and say:

”He isn't foolis.h.!.+ He knows more than any one! And he can do more things than any one else and he's the handsomest brother in the world!”

You see Militza loved Stefan dearly and when you love a person of course you think that person is wonderful. But the father supposed that Mihailo must be right for Mihailo studied in books. So he shook his head and sighed every time he thought of Stefan.

Now the kingdom in which the three brothers lived was ruled over by a great Tsar who had an only daughter. In disappointment that he had no son, the Tsar was having his daughter brought up as though she were a boy. He sent all over the world for tutors and teachers and had the poor girl taught statecraft and law and philosophy and all the other things that the heir to the throne ought to know.

The Princess because she was an obedient girl and because she loved her father tried to spend all her time in study. But the dry old scholars whom the Tsar employed as teachers were not amusing companions for a young girl and the first lady-in-waiting who was in constant attendance was scarcely any better for she, too, was old and thin and very prim.

If the poor little Princess between her geography lesson and her arithmetic lesson would peep for a moment into a mirror, the first lady-in-waiting would tap her arm reprovingly and say:

”My dear, vanity is not becoming in a princess!”

One day the little Princess lost her temper and answered sharply:

”But I'm a girl even if I am a princess and I love to look in mirrors and I love to make myself pretty and I'd love to go to a ball every night of my life and dance with handsome young men!”

”You talk like the daughter of a farmer!” the first lady-in-waiting said.

Then the Princess, because she lost her temper still further, said something she should not have said.

”I wish I were the daughter of a farmer!” she declared. ”Then I could wear pretty ribbons and go dancing and the boys would come courting me!

As it is I have to spend all my time with funny old men and silly old women!”

Now even if her tutors and teachers were funny looking old men, even if the first lady-in-waiting was a silly old woman, the Princess should not have said so. It hurt the feelings of the first lady-in-waiting and made her angry and she ran off to the Tsar at once and complained most bitterly.

”Is this my reward after all my years of loving service to your daughter?” she asked. ”It is true that I've grown old and thin looking after her manners and now she calls me a silly old woman! And all the learned wise men and scholars that you have gathered from the far corners of the earth--she points her finger at them and calls them funny old men!”

The fact is they were funny looking, most of them, but yet the first lady-in-waiting was right: the Princess should not have said so.

”And think of her ingrat.i.tude to yourself, O Tsar!” the first lady-in-waiting continued. ”You plan to make her the heir to your throne and yet she says she wishes she were a farmer's daughter so that she could deck herself out in ribbons and have the boys come courting her! A nice thing for a princess to say!”

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