"Yes," murmured the Prince, hanging his head a bit and blushing.
"One rolled under the sofa," the cat observed thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Vance, "I remember that one was dropped and I couldn't find it."
"After the telegram reached me from the Crushed Strawberry Wizard," remarked the cat, "I rolled the bonbon out into the middle of the floor. It was a pretty pink bonbon, and the King, coming into the room, saw it and gobbled it up."
"Well," exclaimed the Prince, breathlessly, "what then?"
The cat put out her tongue and licked her chops.
"He was very tender," she said.
"You ate him?" he asked breathlessly.
The cat placidly nodded her head, her whiskers twitching with the remembrance of her feast.
"Then," cried Prince Vance, joyously, "my father is King again, or will be when he is made big enough. You say you had a telegram from the Crushed Strawberry Wizard. Tell me, do tell me, dear cat, what it said."