"What's it about?" Jack asked, and then, "Oh, fairy tales!" he said.
"Don't you like fairy tales?" Flossie questioned, looking up at him.
No one liked to differ with dear little Flossie, least of all, Jack Tiverton.
"Oh, I like them some," he said, awkwardly, "but,—are there any stories about bandits or pirates in that book?"
"Oh, no," they cried, in a laughing chorus, "and there aren't any wild Indians in it, either."
"I don't care much about Indian stories," Jack replied, "but I do like to read about pirates."
"But just hear what this one was about," said Nancy.
"The wandering prince had, for years, been searching for a lovely princess, who should look like a beautiful picture that hung in his father's palace. One day he came to a castle where the people told him a handsome princess was imprisoned, and he asked why she was kept there. They told him that she was enchanted, and that some day, a wandering prince would sing beneath her window, and then the spell would be broken, and she would be free."
Jack was interested.