The Poor Princess had no "Soft Water" to wash her face in, Poor thing.

SOFT WATER.

By Elizabeth Fleming.

The good King's daughter
Had no soft water,
Had no soft water to wash her face,
And forth went pages
To look for water in every place.

The crawled up mountains,
They crept down tunnels,
They felt the waterfalls everywhere;
They spied on houses
With water-barrels,
But no soft water was hidden there.

The Princess wept
When they came to tell her
Of fruitless searchings and labours vain.
"How can I wash
If I've no soft water?
And what shall I do if it doesn't rain?"

The youngest page-boy
Awake quite early,
And went out walking at break of day,
And high on a hill
He found a dewpond
A little round dewpond tucked away.

He went on his knees
And peeped in the dewpond;
Mist lay over it white as milk;
He dipped his hands
And the ice-cold water
Ran through his fingers soft as silk!

He filled his goblet
And sought the Princess;
The poor little Princess wept with joy,
And told the King,
And the King said , "Splendid!"
And made him the Prince's whipping-boy.

Hm,m, I'm not sure becoming the
"Prince's Whipping boy!"
Don't you think the young Prince should have the whipping himself ?