"Knocked her little pages about! you are as foolish as the other boy. But if you know so much, pray where has the Queen hidden her?"
"How should I know?" replied the boy.
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Belinda, and she began to cry again.
"Do be wise," said the boy; "crying does no good."
"Wise, prize, size, disguise," murmured Belinda.
"What are you saying?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing!" said Belinda.
"That is not true," he answered; "you said some words; say them again."
"out rushed the toys."