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Author:  Louis Slobodkin Copyright Date:  1965 Publisher:  E.P. Dutton Pagination:  48 p. Dedication:  for Naomi with love

Princesses are not always beautiful, delicate little girls with dainty little noses, long golden tresses, and soft, sweet voices.      Sometimes they are grown-up ladies who eat too many creamed tarts and have large red noses, graying hair, and loud, harsh voices.      Princess Pauline was that kind of princess.      She was middle-aged, rather stout, and her stringy hair was gray under the golden wig she always wore. No one ... no matter how polite ... could say she was beautiful or that she spoke softly.      The Princess Pauline was downcast. She had the vapours (whatever that may be) and a sore throat. She had had unpleasant arguments with everyone.      So her doctor advised her ... after feeling her pulse ... and looking at her outstretched tongue, to go down to the south of France to the little mountain town of Grasse for a good, quiet rest.      “It is very important that you rest, that there be absolute silence ... and that you take one of these pink sugar pills every four hours,” said the doctor.      Then he snapped his medicine bag shut and went off to see the old Duchess of Arno, who had bitten the smallest finger of her right hand (by mistake) as she ate a very large peach that morning.      The whole town of Grasse made preparations for the coming of Princess Pauline. A message had come that the Princess must have absolute quiet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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