"Oh, a prince could surely sing!" said Flossie.
"And p'raps he could sing under her window, if he couldn't anywhere else," ventured a dreamy-eyed little girl who sat near Dorothy.
"And how would he know what to sing?" a cheery voice questioned, and a pair of merry eyes peered over the piazza railing.
"Oh, Uncle Harry!" cried Flossie, "what difference would it make?"
"All the difference in the world," declared Uncle Harry, "for while the proper melody would set the princess free, how are we to know that the wrong melody might not chain her closer than before!"
"Why, the story doesn't say that," said Nancy.
"Perhaps not, but the prince took an awful risk when he chose what to sing," declared Uncle Harry.
"You're laughing when you say it," said Dorothy.
"He is," agreed Flossie, "and what he says is funny, but I know this: I'd love to hear some one singing under my window!"
Some ladies, who sat near enough to hear the conversation, were amused at the children's enthusiasm, and at Uncle Harry's evident interest.