“Certenly, certenly,” utered the Queen most kindly patting Selia’s hand for a moment so that was setled and after a bit they got up to go and happily remembered to go out through the door backwards and the King waved his hand kindly as they did so to say goodbye, but the Queen was busy ringing the bell for a maid to clear.
“I hope he thought I was all right as a poet” Mr. Withersq said outside, “I suppose [73] ]I shall often have to pop in and see him if he keeps me on.”
Just then the King called “Hi!” from inside the room so they peeked in again to see what it was.
“Oh I say! I quite forgot your medel” he said, laufing a good bit, “here you are then and blessings on you.” It was a nice little medal like tiny leaves in gold which is what the Head Poet wears so as people know what he is altho’ you dont often see him. So they again bowed and waved goodbye and came out and went back along all the passages and so out into the yard and there the horses still were, looking a bit fed up with waiting so long. And as they strode up to them a very good thing happened, because a photo man from the newspapers came up and took their photos which is fame indeed.
“What luck” cried Selia gayly as they rode [74] ]away, “it was indeed a good idear to go to the poetry school was it not! see how you have got on!”
“Yes, I think we are getting on all right” he replyed for of a truth he had learnt by now that it is only the first step that hurts.
CHAPTER SEVEN [75]
When they got back to the hotel, a goodly knot of persons were about the entrance and dotted in the nobel hall, and at our little heroes arrival their chatter died to a respectful hiss, and bowing nicely to right and left Harold Withersq and his Selia stamped within, but Selia wished all the to do was for her.
“Toodleoo” she told her Harold “I am to get my nails done at a place.”
“Done?” snarled her sweet. “How done?”