"I know how to do that," replied Dulcie, "but I thought it was only used to make dress things look pretty; I never heard of it for mending fish." The excitement continued unabated.
When the revels were over, the little strangers expressed their enjoyment of the birthday party, and thought perhaps they ought to be saying good-bye. Their kind host wouldn't hear of their going yet—they hadn't even seen the Cable which he was just going to visit.
"Who's won the prizes?" asked Cyril as they got off the ship.
"I have," replied his Majesty.
"Not the winners of the races and of the sports?" said the boy, in amazement.
"They can't expect to win the races and win the prizes too. I have won the prizes."
"What have you won, your Worship?"
"I forget," he answered vaguely. "I've won so many in all these years, and they get so mis-laid—for all the world like addled eggs!"
"But you've only just—" commenced Cyril.
"Don't tease," said Dulcie, pulling at her brother's sleeve. And so the matter dropped.