“I am the Great Mogul.”
“I don’t believe it,” Owlet replied, without a change of countenance.
“I am also the Khan of Tartary,” he continued, gathering his brows together.
“You are no such thing,” said Owlet.
“Likewise the Tycoon of Japan,” he concluded, in a deep voice.
“You are telling stories! And if you tell stories you will go down into the dark, dark world, where there is no sun and it is always night, and no moon nor stars, and no grass nor trees, nor even water. Oh! you better look out, and tell me the truth.”
“Well, then, little monkey, I am your legal guardian, if you understand what that is.”
Her look of grave reproof now changed to one of contempt.
“I don’t believe you are possessed of common sense,” she said.
“What!” he exclaimed, with a laugh. “Why?”