He obeyed, and stood before her waiting.
“Can you tell me what the sun is like?” she asked.
“No,” he answered. “But where's the good of asking what you know?”
“But I don't know,” she rejoined.
“Why, everybody knows.”
“That's the very thing: I'm not everybody. I've never seen the sun.”
“Then you can't know what it's like till you do see it.”
“I think you must be a prince,” said the princess.
“Do I look like one?” said the prince.
“I can't quite say that.”