"Then what are you doing?" demanded the Prince, who had lost all patience and who thought that the other might at least take the trouble to open his eyes to see who was talking to him.
"Waiting," the man said, opening his eyes at last.
"Waiting for what?"
"For a peach to drop into my mouth."
"One has fallen beside your cheek," said Vance, "and another right in your hand."
"But I want it in my mouth," sighed the man on the ground. "I am so dreadfully hungry."
"So dreadfully lazy, you mean," exclaimed Vance, quite out of patience; and he began to eat the luscious fruit. "You must certainly be the laziest man in the world."
"If you think that," was the drawling answer, "you ought to see my cousin Loto, who lives down the river a mile as the crow flies."