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After
the
banquet
there
was
to
be
a
Ball
.
The
bride
and
bridegroom
were
to
dance
the
Rose-dance
together
,
and
the
King
had
promised
to
play
the
flute
.
He
played
very
badly
,
but
no
one
had
ever
dared
to
tell
him
so
,
because
he
was
the
King
.
Indeed
,
he
knew
only
two
airs
,
and
was
never
quite
certain
which
one
he
was
playing
;
but
it
made
no
matter
,
for
,
whatever
he
did
,
everybody
cried
out
,
"
Charming
!
charming
!
"
The
last
item
on
the
programme
was
a
grand
display
of
fireworks
,
to
be
let
off
exactly
at
midnight
.
The
little
Princess
had
never
seen
a
firework
in
her
life
,
so
the
King
had
given
orders
that
the
Royal
Pyrotechnist
should
be
in
attendance
on
the
day
of
her
marriage
.
"
What
are
fireworks
like
?
"
she
had
asked
the
Prince
,
one
morning
,
as
she
was
walking
on
the
terrace
.
"
They
are
like
the
Aurora
Borealis
,
"
said
the
King
,
who
always
answered
questions
that
were
addressed
to
other
people
,
"
only
much
more
natural
.
I
prefer
them
to
stars
myself
,
as
you
always
know
when
they
are
going
to
appear
,
and
they
are
as
delightful
as
my
own
flute-playing
.
You
must
certainly
see
them
.
"
So
at
the
end
of
the
King
's
garden
a
great
stand
had
been
set
up
,
and
as
soon
as
the
Royal
Pyrotechnist
had
put
everything
in
its
proper
place
,
the
fireworks
began
to
talk
to
each
other
.
"
The
world
is
certainly
very
beautiful
,
"
cried
a
little
Squib
.
"
Just
look
at
those
yellow
tulips
.
Why
!
if
they
were
real
Crackers
they
could
not
be
lovelier
.
I
am
very
glad
I
have
travelled
.
Travel
improves
the
mind
wonderfully
,
and
does
away
with
all
one
's
prejudices
.
"
"
The
King
's
garden
is
not
the
world
,
you
foolish
Squib
,
"
said
a
big
Roman
Candle
;
"
the
world
is
an
enormous
place
,
and
it
would
take
you
three
days
to
see
it
thoroughly
.
"
"
Any
place
you
love
is
the
world
to
you
,
"
exclaimed
the
pensive
Catherine
Wheel
,
who
had
been
attached
to
an
old
deal
box
in
early
life
,
and
prided
herself
on
her
broken
heart
;
"
but
love
is
not
fashionable
any
more
,
the
poets
have
killed
it
.
They
wrote
so
much
about
it
that
nobody
believed
them
,
and
I
am
not
surprised
.
True
love
suffers
,
and
is
silent
.
I
remember
myself
once
--
--
But
it
is
no
matter
now
.
Romance
is
a
thing
of
the
past
.
"
"
Nonsense
!
"
said
the
Roman
Candle
,
"
Romance
never
dies
.
It
is
like
the
moon
,
and
lives
for
ever
.
The
bride
and
bridegroom
,
for
instance
,
love
each
other
very
dearly
.
I
heard
all
about
them
this
morning
from
a
brown-paper
cartridge
,
who
happened
to
be
staying
in
the
same
drawer
as
myself
,
and
he
knew
the
latest
Court
news
.
"
