"And one day he thought he would go home to his palace with stairs of golden amber and windows of crystal.
"And Lucy thought she would like to see the people in little Wang's country.
"And Lucy's father and mother said they would take her to the country of little Wang when he went back.
"And she went to little Wang's country, and she found the trees there a hundred miles high, and the fishes two hundred miles long, and horses winged with gold as if just about to fly, and they staid and kept house in Wang High-Sky's palace two thousand years.
"And she and her father and mother and brother were very joyful when they all came back.
"And in their own country they found that every one had become rich and happy, and that people flew about like birds, and that the sun shone in the night. And!" she added, "isn't that a Jataka story?"
Lucy's mother seemed much pleased, also astonished; but Sky-High said nothing for some time.
"Do you think me a wang?" asked he, at last.
"I wish you were—oh, how Charlie and I would dance about if you were! I think the everyday boys in China cannot be like you. And I do not think you ironed clothes in China. I wish you were a king's son!"
"And what if I were?"