MOLLY MAKES HER COURTESY TO MR. KING
"Very glad to meet you," gasped Mollie, feasting her eyes upon the gorgeous red coat of the sentry.
The sentry not knowing what else to do and utterly upset by the Unwiseman's eloquence returned the gasp as politely as he could.
"She's a mighty nice little girl, Mr. King," said the Unwiseman with a fond glance of admiration at Mollie. "And if any of your little kings and queens feel like calling at the hotel some morning for a friendly Anglo-American romp, Mollie will be very glad to see them. This other young person, your h. r. h., is Whistlebinkie who belongs to one of the best Rubber families of the United States. He looks better than he talks. Whistlebinkie, Mr. King. Mr. King, Whistlebinkie."
Whistlebinkie, too overcome to speak, merely squeaked, a proceeding which seemed to please the sentry very much for he returned a truly royal smile and expressed himself as being very glad to meet Whistlebinkie.
"Been having pretty cold weather?" asked the Unwiseman genially.
"Been rawther 'ot," said the sentry.
"I only asked," said the Unwiseman with a glance at the guard's shako, "because I see you have your fur crown on. Our American Kings wear Panama crowns this weather," he added, "but then we're free over there and can do pretty much what we like. Did you get my letter?"
"Beg your pardon?" asked the sentry.