The little monkey did not seem to object, and gladly ran to his master with the coppers that Gabriel dropped in his cap.

The next organ-grinder they found had with him a little Italian girl with a red silk handkerchief knotted about her head.  She sang and played on a tambourine, and Gabriel persuaded his companion to watch and listen for a few minutes.

If only they could find Topaz first, her royal highness, princess of the country, would ask nothing better than to roam freely about the streets, listening and gazing like any other young girl out for a holiday; but Topaz was on her mind, and she was not accustomed to being forced to wait.

“Listen to me,” murmured Gabriel, as they moved on after making the little Italian show her white teeth in pleasure at their gift.  “Do not frown.  You must look pleased.  It is the only way.”

So the princess put a restraint upon herself.  With the next organ they met, she saw a yellow dog who wore a cap fastened under his chin, and sat up holding a cup in his teeth for pennies, and she set her lips in the effort to control herself.  The dog had long ears and white paws.  Gabriel’s own heart beat in his throat, but he grasped the woolen stuff of his companion’s gown as the man began to play.  It was not the man of yesterday, but that mattered not to Gabriel.  They waited till the tune was finished, the gaze of the princess devouring the dog meanwhile.  Then the little creature trotted up to them very prettily on his hind legs, offering his cup, and the children dropped into it coppers while they looked into the yellow eyes.

“Hi—­Oh—­Hi—­Oh”—­and another tune broke into the one which their organ-grinder commenced.  Following the sound of the call, Gabriel and the princess looked a little way off, across the street, and beheld a street musician grinding away and beckoning to them with his head, while his teeth gleamed in an attractive smile.

“Pay no attention to him,” said the man with the yellow dog, grinding lustily, and making a frightful discord. “’Tis Pedro and his little brown beast.  He seeks to draw my listeners away as if I had not the most intelligent dog in the universe, and, moreover, of the color which the princess has made fashionable.  I doubt not if her highness saw my dog she would give me for him as many gold eagles as I have fingers on my hand; but he is not for the princess, who has joys enough without depriving the children on the street of their pleasures.”

The girl in the brown woolen gown was clasping her hands painfully together, and her heart was beating with hope; but Gabriel shook his head at her, and she remained quiet.  He had already seen that the dog was not Topaz, although astonishingly like him in size and shape.

Pedro, across the street, kept drawing nearer, as he played and smiled and beckoned with his head.  There trotted after him an unpromising little brown dog with limp tail and ears.  The man, in his good-nature and success, looked very different from the organ-grinder of yesterday; and as he laughed aloud, the master of the yellow dog frowned and shouted something in Italian back at him, before shouldering his organ and tramping away, his dog very glad to go on all fours again.