“A prince?”
“No, not a prince.”
“He looks like a prince,” said Michael sceptically.
“Does he, darling?”
“I think he does look like a prince. Is he good?”
“Very good.”
“What’s wrote on it?” Michael asked. “Oh, mother, when will I read writing?”
“When you’re older.”
“I wish I was older now. I want to read writing. What’s wrote on it?”
“Always,” his mother told him.