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in the whole country; but all the
lords and the ladies, and all the people who admired the lords and
ladies, said it was their solemn belief that the Prince was the best boy in
the whole kingdom; and they were prepared to give in their testimony,
one and all, to that effect to the Christmas Monks.
Peter was really and truly such a good boy that there was no excuse for
saying he was not. His father and mother were poor people; and Peter
worked every minute out of school hours to help them along. Then he
had a sweet little crippled sister whom he was never tired of caring for.
Then, too, he contrived to find time to do lots of little kindnesses for
other people. He always studied his lessons faithfully, and never ran

away from school. Peter was such a good boy, and so modest and
unsuspicious that he was good, that everybody loved him. He had not
the least idea that he could get the place with the Christmas Monks, but
the Prince was sure of it.
When the examination day came all the boys from far and near, with
their hair neatly brushed and parted, and dressed in their best clothes,
flocked into the convent. Many of their relatives and friends went with
them to witness the examination.
The refectory of the convent, where they assembled, was a very large
hall with a delicious smell of roast turkey and plum pudding in it. All
the little boys sniffed, and their mouths watered.
The two fathers who were to examine the boys were perched up in a
high pulpit so profusely trimmed with evergreen that it looked like a
bird's nest; they were remarkably pleasant-looking men, and their eyes
twinkled merrily under their Christmas wreaths. Father Anselmus was a
little the taller of the two, and Father Ambrose was a little the broader;
and that was about all the difference between them in looks.
[Illustration: The Prince & Peter are examined by the Monks.]
The little boys all stood up in a row, their friends stationed themselves
in good places, and the examination began.
Then if one had been placed beside the entrance to the convent, he
would have seen one after another, a crestfallen little boy with his arm
lifted up and crooked, and his face hidden in it, come out and walk
forlornly away. He had failed to pass.
The two fathers found out that this boy had robbed birds' nests, and this
one stolen apples. And one after another they walked disconsolately
away till there were only two boys left: the Prince and Peter.
"Now, your Highness," said Father Anselmus, who always took the
lead in the questions, "are you a good boy?"

"O holy Father!" exclaimed all the people--there were a good many fine
folks from the court present. "He is such a good boy! such a wonderful
boy! We never knew him to do a wrong thing in his sweet life."
"I don't suppose he ever robbed a bird's nest?" said Father Ambrose a
little doubtfully.
"No, no!" chorused the people.
"Nor tormented a kitten?"
"No, no, no!" cried they all.
At last everybody being so confident that here could be no reasonable
fault found with the Prince, he was pronounced competent to enter
upon the Monks' service. Peter they knew a great deal about
before--indeed, a glance at his face was enough to satisfy any one of his
goodness; for he did look more like one of the boy angels in the
altar-piece than anything else. So after a few questions, they accepted
him also; and the people went home and left the two boys with the
Christmas Monks.
The next morning Peter was obliged to lay aside his homespun coat,
and the Prince his velvet tunic, and both were dressed in some little
white robes with evergreen girdles like the Monks. Then the Prince was
set to sowing Noah's ark seed, and Peter picture-book seed. Up and
down they went scattering the seed. Peter sang a little psalm to himself,
but the Prince grumbled because they had not given him gold-watch or
gem seed to plant instead of the toy which he had outgrown long ago.
By noon Peter had planted all his picture-books, and fastened up the
card to mark them on the pole; but the Prince had dawdled so his work
was not half done.
"We are going to have a trial with this boy," said the Monks to each
other; "we shall have to set him a penance at once, or we cannot
manage him at all."
So the Prince had to go without his dinner, and kneel on dried peas in

the chapel all the afternoon. The next day he finished his Noah's Arks
meekly; but the