"About me turning sour and acid?"
"Oh yes; you get out of temper about such little things. I'm almost afraid to speak to you sometimes."
"Hi! Look at him! There he goes. One of those little monkeys. He heard me shout. How he can jump from tree to tree! I wish we were as active. There! He can't jump to that next tree. He'd fall down. Well! Look at that. Why, it was a tremendous jump."
"We were here just right," said Phra; "he was coming after the fruit, and we scared him."
Harry was silent, and walked on by his companion's side in the beautiful gardens of the palace. Then he began to whistle softly, as if he were thinking. At last he broke out with—
"Oh, what a lovely garden this is! I wish my father was a king, and I was a prince, and all this was ours."
Phra threw himself down on the grass beneath a clump of shrubs and began to laugh heartily.
"What are you laughing at?" said Harry angrily.
"You. Why, you wouldn't like it half so well as what you have now."
"Oh, shouldn't I! I know better than that."