sked the Queen in a very solemn voice, 'Mama! Why do poor children say the same prayer as I do, "Our Father which art in Heaven"?' The Queen answered, 'Because He is as much their Father as He is yours.' Then said the King thoughtfully, 'We must be brothers.' 'Yes, my darling, they are your brothers,' answered the Queen. * Bubi's eyes were filled with astonishment, and, in a choky voice, he asked, 'Then why am I a King and have everything I want, while they are poor and have nothing?'
The Queen gave him a squeeze, and, kissing him again on his forehead, said, 'Because you are the eldest brother, which is what being King really means. * You understand, darling? God has given you everything in order that your younger brothers should want for nothing.' 'I never knew this before,' said Bubi, shaking his head, and, without thinking any more about his present, he began to say his prayers, as he did every morning; and, as he prayed, it seemed to him that all the poor little boys in the kingdom came round him