"You don't know me," replied the King. "I don't even know myself; so how could a fat boy, who has just shaken my hand, expect to know me?"
"I don't know," said Billy.
"That's better. Where is my daughter, Jack?"
"I don't know, Your Calciumness," answered Jack Frost. But even as he spoke a tall, handsome young woman with raven-black hair and large blue eyes came slowly into the room.
"Me feyther," cried she, in a tragic voice, "the light, the light." And immediately the King turned a small calcium light directly on her. Bowing and kissing her hand, she turned to Billy.
"Whither goest thou, fair sir, and whence comest thou? Answer, I prithee."
"Ma'am?" was all Billy could say in his amazement.
"She means where are you going and where did you come from," whispered Jack in Billy's ear.
"Why couldn't she say so, then?" grumbled Billy.