"I hope he hasn't forgotten his appointment," said the queen anxiously.
"What does he look like, in case I see him, Miss Clopatry?"
"He looks like a prince," said Cleopatra. "He has an air of command. He's a general, you know."
"You couldn't tell me what color hair he's got!" said the practical Nancy. "I don't know much about princes."
Cleopatra looked perplexed. She had never thought particularly about the personal appearance of her hero.
"I expect it's black," she said; "but he'll ask for me. You'll know him by that."
"All right, Miss Clopatry. If I see him, I'll send him right along. Now, what'll you have for breakfast?"
"Anything you have, Nancy. We don't want to put you to too much trouble."
"Oh, Lor', Mis' Kenyon, you needn't be afeared. What do you say, now, to some eggs and hoe-cake?"
"I would like some," said Cleopatra, brightening up. "Can I come down, Nancy?"