"What—is the Gov'nor going to be King?" inquired Clarence. "My hat!"
"That would be ridiculous, Clarence," said his mother, "when your Father hasn't a drop of Royal blood in his veins! He can't even rank as Prince Consort!"
"Not so, my dear, not so," corrected the Fairy, "by the custom of Märchenland, anyone who weds the Sovereign shares the throne, and your husband will be as truly the King of this Country as you will be its Queen."
"Oh, is that the rule?" said Mrs. Wibberley-Stimpson, not best pleased. "Well, Sidney, I trust you will show yourself equal to your position, that is all."
"I trust so, my love," he replied uneasily. "It—it's come on me at rather short notice. However!"
"If Daddy and Mums are King and Queen," asked Ruby, "will Edna and me be Princesses?"
"Undoubtedly you will," said the Court Godmother.
"Then Clarence will be a Prince. So you see, Miss Heritage, dear, you have met a Prince after all!"
"Shut up, Kiddie!" said the new Crown Prince in some confusion.
"And what will Miss Heritage be, Mummy?"