The little Princess had never seen a firework in her life , so the King had given orders that the Royal Pyrotechnist should be in attendance on the day of her marriage . `` What are fireworks like ? '' she had asked the Prince , one morning , as she was walking on the terrace . `` They are like the Aurora Borealis , '' said the King , who always answered questions that were addressed to other people , `` only much more natural . I prefer them to stars myself , as you always know when they are going to appear , and they are as delightful as my own flute-playing . You must certainly see them . '' So at the end of the King 's garden a great stand had been set up , and as soon as the Royal Pyrotechnist had put everything in its proper place , the fireworks began to talk to each other . `` The world is certainly very beautiful , '' cried a little Squib . `` Just look at those yellow tulips . Why ! if they were real crackers they could not be lovelier . I am very glad I have travelled . Travel improves the mind wonderfully , and does away with all one 's prejudices . '' `` The King 's garden is not the world , you foolish squib , '' said a big Roman Candle ; `` the world is an enormous place , and it would take you three days to see it thoroughly . '' `` Any place you love is the world to you , '' exclaimed a pensive Catherine Wheel , who had been attached to an old deal box in early life , and prided herself on her broken heart ; `` but love is not fashionable any more , the poets have killed it . They wrote so much about it that nobody believed them , and I am not surprised . True love suffers , and is silent . I remember myself once -- But it is no matter now . Romance is a thing of the past . '' `` Nonsense ! ''
said the Roman XXXXX , `` Romance never dies .
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