"I ab cubbing, aren't I? I was odly saying—"
"I'll give you such a whack over the shin with this hockey-stick in a minute!" said the Scout-Master warningly. "Come on!"
The Prince went.
Chapter 11 — CLARENCE—THE LAST PHASE
The brilliantly-lighted auditorium of the Palace Theatre.
Everywhere a murmur and stir. The orchestra is playing a selection. In the stalls fair women and brave men converse in excited whispers. One catches sentences here and there.
"Quite a boy, I believe!"
"How perfectly sweet!"