But he--he's a king." A queer little gleam that was not all mirth made Dot's eyes grow brighter.

"I like you for saying that," she said.
"Why, of course I say it!" he protested.

"It's true! He's the finest chap in the world, all true gold and not a grain of dross.

That's how it is we all knock under to him.

Even Nap does that, though he doesn't care a tinker's curse for anyone else on this muddy little planet." "You are awfully fond of him, aren't you ?" said Dot sympathetically.
"Fond of Lucas! I'd die for him!" the boy declared with feeling.