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and bowing, begged to know what he could get for her.
“I want,” said Taboret, “a Princess.”
“A Princess!” said the shopman, who was in reality an old wizard. “What size do you want it? I have one or two in stock.”
“It must look now about six years old. But it must grow.”
“I can make you one,” said the wizard, “but it’ll come rather expensive.”
“I don’t mind that,” said Taboret. “See! I want it to look exactly like this,” and so saying she took a portrait of Ursula out of her bosom and gave it to the old man, who examined it carefully.
“I’ll get it for you,” he said. “When will you want it ?”
“As soon as possible,” said Taboret. “By to-morrow evening if possible. How much will it cost ?”
“It’ll come to a good deal,” said the wizard, thoughtfully. “I have such difficulty in getting these things properly made in these days. What sort of a voice is it to have 2?”
“It need not be at all talkative,” said Taboret,