But his shabbiness seemed not to trouble him indeed, he appeared to enjoy it. For he wandered along contentedly, eating a crust and a pickled onion and whistling between mouthfuls. Then he spied the group in the meadow, and stared, and his tune broke off in the middle.
"A beautiful day!" he said politely, plucking the hat-brim from his head and bowing to the Goose-girl.
She gave him a haughty, tossing glance, but the Tramp did not seem to notice it.
"You two been quarrelling?" he asked, jerking his head at the Swineherd.
The Goose-girl laughed indignantly. "Quarrelling? What a silly remark! Why, I do not even know him!"
"Well," said the Tramp, with a cheerful smile, "would you like me to introduce you?"
"Certainly not!" She flung up her head. "How could I associate with a swineherd? I'm a princess in disguise."
"Indeed?" said the Tramp, looking very surprised. "If that is the case, I must not detain you. I expect you want to be back at the Palace, getting on with your work."
"Work? What work?" The Goose-girl stared.
It was now her turn to look surprised. Surely princesses sat upon cushions, with slaves to perform their least command.
"Why, spinning and weaving. And etiquette! Practising patience and cheerfulness while unsuitable suitors beg for your hand. Trying to look as if you liked it when you hear, for the hundred-thousandth time, the King's three silly riddles! Not many princesses as you must know have leisure to sit all day in the sun among a handful of geese!"
"But what about wearing a pearly crown? And dancing till dawn with the Sultan's son?"
"Dancing? Pearls? Oh, my! Oh, my!" A burst of laughter broke from the Tramp, as he took from his sleeve a piece of sausage.
"Those crowns are as heavy as lead or iron. You'd have a ridge in your head in no time. And a princess's duty surely you know? is to dance with her father's old friends first. Then the Lord Chamberlain. Then the Lord Chancellor. And, of course, the Keeper of the Seal. By the time you get round to the Sultan's son, it's late and he's had to go home."
The Goose-girl pondered the Tramp's words. Could he really be speaking the truth? All the goose-girls in all the stories were princesses in disguise. But, oh, how difficult it sounded! What did one say to Lord Chamberlains? "Come here!" "Go there!" as one would to a goose? Spinning and weaving! Etiquette!
Perhaps, taking everything into account, it might be better, the Goose-girl thought, simply to be a goose-girl.
"Well, away to the Palace!" the Tramp advised her. "You're wasting your time sitting here, you know! Don't you agree?" he called to the Swineherd, who was listening from his side of the stream.
"Agree with what?" said the Swineherd quickly, as though he hadn't heard a word. "I never concern myself with goose-girls," he added untruthfully. "It would not be fitting or suitable. I am a prince in disguise!"
"You are?" cried the Tramp, admiringly. "Then you're occupying your time, I suppose, in getting up muscle to fight the Dragon."
The Swineherd's damask cheek grew pale. "What dragon?" he asked in a stifled voice.
"Oh, any that you chance to meet. All princes, as you yourself must know, have to fight at least one dragon. That is what princes are for."
"Two-headed?" enquired the Swineherd, gulping.
"Two?" cried the Tramp. "Seven, you mean! Two-headed dragons are quite out of date."
The Swineherd felt his heart thump. Suppose, in spite of all the stories, instead of the prince killing the monster, the monster should kill the prince? He was not, you understand, afraid. But he wondered whether, after all, he were not a simple swineherd.
"A fine lot of porkers you've got there!" The Tramp glanced appreciatively from the swine to his piece of sausage.
A snort of disgust went up from the herd. A raggedy tramp to be calling them porkers!
"Perhaps you are not aware," they grunted, "that we are sheep in disguise!"
"Oh, dear!" said the Tramp, with a doleful air. "I'm sorry for you, my friends!"
"Why should you be sorry?" demanded the swine, sticking their snouts in the air.
"Why? Surely you know that the people here are extremely partial to mutton! If they knew there was a flock of sheep however disguised in this meadow" He broke off, shaking his head and sighing. Then he searched among his tattered rags, discovered a piece of plum cake and munched it sombrely.
The swine, aghast, looked at each other. Mutton what a frightful word! They had thought of themselves as graceful lambs prancing for ever in fields of flowers never as legs of mutton. Would it not be wiser, they cogitated, to decide to be merely pigs?
"Here, goosey-ganders!" chirruped the Tramp. He tossed his crumbs to the Goose-girl's flock.
The geese, as one bird, raised their heads and let out a snake-like hiss.
"We're swans!" they cackled in high-pitched chorus. And then, as he did not seem to believe them, they added the word, "Disguised!"
"Well, if that's the case," the Tramp remarked, "you won't be here very long. All swans, as you know, belong to the King. Dear me, what lucky birds you are! You will swim on the ornamental lake, and courtiers with golden scissors will clip your flying-feathers. Strawberry jam on silver plates will be given you every morning. And not a care in the world will you have not even the trouble of hatching your eggs, for these His Majesty eats for breakfast."