Rosetta and Miguel lived together in a castle in Spain.

Every morning Rosetta was awakened by two handmaids. One of the handmaids played beautiful music to wake her up, using a violin and bells. Usually the song was simple and beautiful but today was Christmas, so the air was filled with the tinkling sounds of chimes and church bells. The two maids sang "Hail to the King" as Rosetta awoke.

Just in time for the chorus, Rosetta’s two beautiful children came in with their attendants. Mary, 6, was still dressed in her long, flowing nightgown, covered by a brocade bathroom, her lace kerchief wafting merrily around her rosy cheeks, platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The boy, Edward, was two years older than his sister and looked very manly in his grey silk pajamas and lounging robe, also silk, in white and navy blue stripes. All of the attendants were remarkable for their beauty. Edward’s two valets were both tall, slender, with blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. Mary’s maids were tall, straight young women. One girl had a sharply chiseled face with platinum blonde hair and maid, with auburn hair, had a broader forehead with high cheekbones beautifully setting off wide blue eyes and soft lips. The upturned lines of her smile at each side of her mouth pointed directly at the downward lines at the end of her eyes in a strange, ethereal smile that called to mind great joy and great sorrow tempered by great wisdom.

Rosetta sat up in her bed and greeted the children. One of the maids put a tray on Rosetta’s bed, a wake-me-up of sweetened coffee. The four maids and Edward’s two valets stood in a line with their backs to the wall while Rosetta sipped her coffee, enjoying the smiles and kisses of her children.

"Tell me a story!" said Mary, "before we go to breakfast."

"You’ll have to help me," Rosetta said.

"We can do that!" said Mary as she snuggled into the blankets that covered Mary’s legs. Edward pulled up a chair and sat beside Rosetta’s bed, playing with the bell chimes as Rosetta put her coffee cup onto the silver tray and started a story.

"Once upon a time," she said, "two princes lived in dark, cool cave. They lived there together with their parents and every day they went into the forest to hunt for pigs and goats."

"Ooooooh!" cried Mary with delight. "And they had a hunting dog with leather straps and four horses with harnesses that could carry them on a wagon!"

"That’s right,," said Mary, and they went into the forest every day until the found a group of gazelles and then they hunted them and brought them home for dinner."

"One of the princes looked just like me," said Edward, "Tall and strong and handsome, with golden curls and the fine face of a nobleman."

"Certainly," said Rosetta. "And the other prince was just like Daddy, who could shoot an arrow straight 100 feet in the air to bring down a gazelle straight in the heart and kill it with no pain."

As Rosetta warmed up to her story, she rose from her bed and slowly started exercises, aided by her two maids. Each exercise was prescribed exactly for her by Dr. Fudge who lived in the left wing of the castle. Every muscle was examined for strength and flexibility and exercised accordingly. Dr. Fudge had learned this method of keeping his patients healthy when he worked in the gold minds of South Africa, treating the diseases of Negroes who suffered terrible muscular diseases. Now he lived in luxury as the in=house doctor for the Beauchette family, tending to the day to day needs of his noble patients. He prescribed diet and exercise for the entire family and their servants and no one had ever become ill under his care.

While Rosetta did her exercises and was bathed, dressed and dressed by her attendants, she made embellishments to the story until she was ready for breakfast.

She met her children in the hall and they walked together down the stairs to breakfast.

"Hi, Darlings," Miguel greeted his family.

Rosetta too her husbands hand and gave his arm a friendly squeeze to show she appreciated his fine build. "Nice to see you."

"Did you write a fine story this morning?" Miguel asked.

"Of course we did, " Rosetta smiled. It will be published in today’s Modern Woman’s Journal."

"I hope it makes enough money to pay for your hats!" Miguel joked.

"It will," Rosetta laughed. "People never get tired of stories about the rich. The Queen approves of my stories because they give encouragement to poor and teach them proper English. I think She is going to increase my stipend when I introduce the subject of eugenics. I honestly believe I am the best one for the job."

The family sat around the shining oak table, servants bustling about. Rosetta continued, "So far Her Royal Highness wants me to continue educating the English about their Atlantean roots." Rosetta winced as she took her first sip of the coffee.

"Maid!" she said, smiling at a new maid. Please try to remember to serve unsweetened coffee with French Toast."

"Yes, Your Ladyship," the young maid said.

Another maid placed a decorated Easter egg at Rosetta’s place. It was a beautiful chocolate egg, decorated with pink and yellow roses made of frosting. There was a hole at one end of the egg.

"Look inside," Miguel said,"

"Oh!" Rosetta said, as she looked through a hole . "What a beautiful scene of a family just like ours, with three children, instead of two!"

"That’s my way of telling you that I think we should have another child," Miguel said. "We have struck a new vein in our South African mind and I think we should celebrate with a new child.

Rosetta looked away to prevent a blush. "That’s fine with me," she said.

"It would be a mistake not to," Miguel said. "I can assure the boy a place in the House of Lords."

"What if it’s a girl? Rosetta asked.

"If it’s a girl she will marry into the House of Lords. Either way, this new gold vein is too good not to celebrate with another heir."

"I hope it’s a boy," Edward said, "so we can be two princes hunting deer in the forest together."

"I’d rather have a sister, than another brother," Mary said.

Rosetta laughed as she ate her French toast. "Either way, the new child will be welcome."

"What if it’s a cripple?" Edward asked, mischievously.

Miguel did not take this interruption lightly. "We have no history of genetic diseases in our bloodline. If Rosetta produced a handicapped child, that would be proof of infidelity. I would have to have the child killed and you and Rosetta would have to leave the house.

"Don’t be so serious, Miguel," she said. "I think Edward has a talent for comedy.

"I hope so," Miguel said. "I hope he has a better life than mine, working at the bank."

Miguel at a bit of French Toast and then said to Rosetta, "By the way, we’re going to have to hire more labor. When do you think you can come to South Africa teach the women birth control?"

"Mmm, well, we can go in two weeks, after my series is completed. "It will be good for the children to see how we help the poor."

"Help yourself to the syrup," Edward said to Mary. Mary dutifully handed Edward the pitcher of syrup.