This is a short story of a king. He don't know much about the way they think. If Augusta, or his Majesty, is in a bad humor and should find my presence among the soldiers out of order, he can bat his eye at Cutemup, make him asign, and whack! myhead would roll on the ground. Wouldn't that murderer of a surgeon be glad to be revenged for the kick I gave him in the stomach? Yes, I must find some way His musings were interrupted by three bugle notes which brought every one to attention. "There he is! There he is" Then resounded enthusiastic hurrahs for the King. Pinocchio disappeared under Bersaglierino's bed popped up again, disguised himself and no one noticed that, Captain Teschisso and the Bersaglierino stood at attention at the foot of their beds, straight and immovable, awaiting the royal visit. The King in his soldier way entered without ceremony, followed by his aide-decamp, General Win-the-War, Major Cutemup, and a number of other oflicers of the garrison, Red Cross nurses, and other wounded who had come from their rooms to take part in the ceremony.