"What we must do is kill Gloria's love for Pon." "That is better, if you can find a way to do it," agreed Googly-Goo.
"Everything would come right if you could kill Gloria's love for that gardener's boy.

Really, Sire, now that I come to think of it, there must be fully a bushel and a half of those jewels!" Just then a messenger entered the court to say that the banquet was prepared for the strangers.

So Cap'n Bill, Trot and Button-Bright entered the castle and were taken to a room where a fine feast was spread upon the table.
"I don't like that Lord Googly-Goo," remarked Trot as she was busily eating.
"Nor I," said Cap'n Bill.

"But from the talk we heard I guess the gardener's boy won't get the Princess." "Perhaps not," returned the girl; "but I hope old Googly doesn't get her, either." "The King means to sell her for all those jewels," observed Button-Bright, his mouth half full of cake and jam.
"Poor Princess!" sighed Trot.

"I'm sorry for her, although I've never seen her.