I was glad to find that the new monarch, who still wore her crown,--which no one would have imagined to have ever been a saucepan,--had sense enough to keep out of such a scrimmage of the populace, and I went back and gave her a shilling.

Her face shone, and I could see that she felt that she never could have grabbed that much.
When there had been three or four good scrambles, Priscilla ran up the road, a little way, and threw out all the pennies that were left in the bag.

Then she made a rush for them, and, having a good start, she got there first, and had both hands full of dust and pennies before any one else reached the spot.

She was not to be counted out of that game.
After this last scramble, we came away.

The queen had taken her throne indoors, and we went in and shook hands with her, telling her we would soon come and see how she was getting along.