With regard to those summonses I speak of, I will now explain myself.  My summons, upon all regular occasionsthat is, morning, noon, and night toilets-is neither more nor less than a bell.  Upon extra occasions a page is commonly sent.  At first, I felt inexpressibly discomfited by this mode of call.  A bell!—­it seemed so mortifying a mark of servitude, I always felt myself blush, though alone, with conscious shame at my own strange degradation.  But I have philosophized myself now into some reconcilement with this manner of summons, by reflecting that to have some person always sent would b often very inconvenient, and that this method is certainly less an interruption to any occupation I may be employed in, than the entrance of messengers so many times in the day.  It is, besides, less liable to mistakes.  So I have made up my mind to it as well as I can ; and now I only feel that proud blush when somebody is by to revive my original dislike of it.

ThePRINCEss royal.

Tuesday, july 25.-I now begin my second week, with a scene a little, not much, different.  We were now to go to Kew, there to remain till Friday.

I had this morning, early, for the first time, a little visit from one of the princesses.  I was preparing for my journey, when a little rap at my room-door made me call out " Come in and who should enter but the princess royal!

I apologised for my familiar admittance, by my little expectation of such an honOUr.  She told me she had brought the queen’s snuff-box, to be filled with some snuff which I had been directed to prepare.  It is a very fine-scented and mild snuff, but requires being moistened from time to time, to revive its smell.  The princess, with a very sweet smile, insisted upon holding the box while I filled it; and told me she had seen Mrs. Delany at the chapel, and that she was very well; and then she talked on about her, with a visible pleasure in having a subject so interesting to me to open upon, 349

When the little commission was executed, she took her leave with an elegant civility of manner as if parting with another king’s daughter.  I am quite charmed with the princess royal unaffected condescension and native dignity are so happily blended in her whole deportment.

She had left me but a short time before she again returned.  “Miss Burney,” cried she, smiling with a look of congratulation, “Mamma says the snuff is extremely well mixed; and she has sent another box to be filled.”

I had no more ready.  She begged me not to mind, and not to hurry myself, for she would wait till it was done.

The court at Kew:  A three year old princess.

Mrs. Schwellenberg, Miss Planta, and myself travelled to Kew together.  I have two rooms there; both small, and up two pair of stairs; but tidy and comfortable enough.  Indeed all the apartments but the king’s and queen’s, and one of Mrs. Schwellenberg’s, are small, dark, and old-fashioned.  There are staircases in every passage, and passages to every closet.  I lost myself continually, only in passing from my own room to the queen’s. just as I got upstairs, shown the way first by Miss Planta, I heard the king’s voice.  I slipped into my room ; but he saw me, and following, said,