With an abrupt exclamation Mr. Jack set the lamp on the table and turned to a chair. He had apparently lost his haste to go to bed.
"See here, David, suppose you come and sit down, and tell me just what you're talking about. And first—just what does the Lady of the Roses know about that—that 'Princess and the Pauper'?"
"Why, she knows it all, of course," returned the boy in surprise. "I told it to her."
"You—told—it—to her!" Mr. Jack relaxed in his chair. "David!"
"Yes. And she was just as interested as could be."
"I don't doubt it!" Mr. Jack's lips snapped together a little grimly.
"Only she didn't like the ending, either."
Mr. Jack sat up suddenly.
"She didn't like—David, are you sure? Did she SAY that?"
David frowned in thought.