"Shall we have some of those delightful things to eat too?" asked
Ridgwell.
"Oh, be reassured, my child," smiled the Lion, "the Dolphins won't forget either you or Christine, they will dance up to you with their trays filled with everything you want."
"If all those other children look so very beautiful, what do we look like?" Ridgwell asked the Lion in a whisper. "You see there are no looking-glasses, are there?"
For the first time the children remembered to look at one another.
Christine was the first to speak, and it was with a cry of great delight she turned to Ridgwell—
"Oh, Ridgie, you are lovely," said Christine.
"Course he is," said the Lion.
"I don't know about that," said Ridgwell hesitatingly. "I think you have made a mistake in the excitement."
"I've not," insisted Christine; "why, you look like a beautiful little
Prince."
Here Ridgwell, who, overcome with modesty at these tributes, had been examining his jewelled shoe-buckles with downcast eyes, looked up at his sister.