Almost at once, he slept.
CHAPTER XIV
light, butterfly touch on his cheek awoke the King.
He had slept so deeply, and so long, it was a minute or two, before he fully regained consciousness.
Then he found himself gazing at Bill's gleeful, cherubic face.
"Lazy, lazy, slug-a-bed, Uncle Alfred," Bill chanted. "'Bed by daytime' was over—ever so long ago. We've been making the hay, the whole afternoon. And you've been asleep all the time, you poor, tired dear. But mother said we could wake you now."
A sudden tenderness, for the shining innocence of the little fellow's smiling face, gripped the King.
Catching him up in his arms, he shook him, playfully, in mid air.