domestic circle was in the middle o...

domestic circle was in the middle of a thicket miles from anywhere, a gingerbread cottage where I hung my hat until the day the king came. He ordered me to suppress my hat so he could hang his diadem there. Wearing it, the king explained, made his head uneasy, especially when lying down, which he desired to do immediately & for which intention he required my bed. Bareheaded, moreover scorning the removal of coat or make differences he climbed beneath the quilt and lay back against my pillows with a sigh. Then, clearing his throat and expectorating regally, His Majesty issued a further pronouncement: