"Yes," replied Miss Prillwitz; "ze birthright to ziss little poy is one great, high, nobilitie, la plus haute noblesse, but he know nossing of it, nossing whateffer. He haf ze misfortune to be exported from his home when one leetle child; he haf been elevated by poor peoples to think himself also a poor. He know nossing of ze estates what belong his family, and better he not know until he make surely his title, and he make to himself some education which shall make him suit to his position."
"How did you know about this little stolen prince?" Emma Jane asked.
"I receive message from his older bruzzer to take him to my house provisionellement, till his rights and his—his—what you call—his sameness?"
"You mean his identity?"
"Yes, yes, his die entity can be justly prove."
"It seems to me," said Witch Winnie, impulsively, "that he can't be a very kind elder brother to be so indifferent."
"My dear child, you make my admiration with what celeritude you do arrive always at exactly ze wrong conclusion. Ze prince haf made great effort to recover his little bruzzer, but he must guard himself from ze false claimants, ze impostors."
"Then the little boy who is coming to you," said Emma Jane, "may not be the real prince, after all?"
"That is a possible," Miss Prillwitz admitted, "but it is not a probable. Somesing assure me zat he s'all prove his nobility."
"How very interesting," said Milly. "Was he stolen away from home by gypsies?"