"The best jelly ever," he remarked between two mouthfuls.
"You don't talk a bit like a king," she declared judicially.
"Have you known many?"
"Only in stories."
"Somebody evidently has told you a fairy story about me,"—the speaker continued to eat industriously. "Who tried to induce you to believe that I was anything but an American rack of bones?"
"I knew you was a great man, and they said King."
"A great man, eh? How's that?"
"And I believed nobody but a king could make Miss Linda cry."
The gray eyes lifted for a look at the visitor before the eating recommenced.
"Not guilty," said King.