I can't come to you, it isn't proper,' said she, as sweet as honey.

He tried to climb over the hedge, but it seemed to grow higher and higher.

Then he tried to push through, but it grew thicker and thicker, and he was in despair.
So he patiently broke twig after twig till he had made a little hole through which he peeped, saying imploringly, 'Let me in! Let me in!' But the pretty princess did not seem to understand, for she picked her roses quietly, and left him to fight his way in.

Whether he did or not, Frank will tell you." "I can't.

I'm not playing, I never do," said Frank, dismayed at the sentimental predicament out of which he was to rescue the absurd couple.