“It is nothing to laugh at. Do you suppose I want to be taken for one of the mob?”
“Of course I don’t. But, I say, look. I saw a fish rise with a regular flop. That must be a carp. They are fond of leaping out of the water with a splash. I say, this isn’t a lake, is it? Looks like a river.”
“Oh, I don’t know—yes, I do. Some one said it’s part of a stream that comes down from out beyond Tyburn way, where they hang the people.”
“Ugh! Horrid! But look here, the water seems beautifully clear. Let’s get up to-morrow morning and have a bathe. I’ll swim you across there and back.”
“Tchah! I say, Frank, what a little savage you are!”
“Didn’t know there was anything savage in being fond of swimming.”
“Well, I did. A man isn’t a fish.”
“No,” said Frank, laughing; “he’s flesh.”
“You know, now you belong to the Prince’s household, and live in the King’s Palace, you must forget all these boyish follies.”
“Oh dear!” sighed Frank.