“Lobo! Lobo!” (Strange, or wonderful.)
He next proceeded to an examination of Harry’s face. He wetted the end of his blue robe in the lake and tried to rub the bloom off Harry’s cheeks.
“I don’t paint,” Harry said, quietly.
“Lobo!” said the king again.
Harry’s buttons now fixed the king’s attention.
He pulled the jacket towards him and tried to cut one off with the end of his spear.
Then Harry smacked his fingers for him, and the king started back with a fierce look in his eye.
“Lobo! Lobo!” he cried, excitedly.
“Keep your fingers to yourself, then,” said Harry.
But thinking he had gone too far, he immediately cut two buttons off and presented them to this queer king.