Here reigned a little Princess; she was only eight years old, but she reigned. She had taken the power from her father and mother for she had a will and was exceptionally charming and naughty. As soon as the flea had presented arms and fired the cannon, she was so enchanted with it, that she said, ‘Him, or no one!’ She became quite wild with love and was already wild before that. ‘Sweet little sensible child!’ said her father, ‘if one could first make a man of it!’