"Not rightly," the other replied again; "but I think somewhere alongshore. What sort of a family have ye got? A happy family?"
"I'm sure I hope they're happy," was Vance's response. "I know that I am not. Perhaps they may like being carried better than I like carrying them."
"What can they do?" the fisherman persisted. "Can they dance and eat buns like a bear, or do they fight and knock each other about like Punch and Judy?"
"They do nothing of the sort," began the Prince, angrily. "It is not a show at all; it is—"
Then remembering that if he was rude to the fisherman he should certainly lose all chance of getting a supper, he became more polite, and ended by saying,—
"They are—I mean they act out a king and queen and their court."
"Truly," cried the fisherman; "that is a rare show indeed! I never saw the like. Come in and get your supper, and afterward we will have out the puppets."
