“Well, there was a prince, I’m sure of that,” persisted Pell, determined to make Alma repeat her story.
“Let’s go prince hunting tomorrow,” suggested Betta.
“With Treble’s moth scoop?” joked Wyn.
“I suppose none of you happen to know that Mrs. Jerry Manton has a visitor,” spoke Doro. She gave the statement a tone implying: “Why wouldn’t the prince be the visitor?”
“Oh, that’s so,” drawled Thistle. “Maybe it’s the duke.”
This brought out a new shout of nonsense.
“Duke!” roared Betta. “Keep on and we’ll have him on the throne.”
“There are no more thrones,” informed Pell. “Don’t you know the war made every thing democratic?”
This turned the joke into a serious moment, for even the rollicking Scouts did not feel inclined to enlarge upon so serious a thought.
Presently everyone was speculating upon the possibility of the little stranger being the one entertained by the Mantons.