His face was quite as dirty as any small boy's should be at that time of day, and his curly brown hair looked as if it had not been combed since the day before.

His firm little legs, in half hose and presumably white knickers, were spread apart and his hands were in his pockets.
King recognised him at once, and looked about uneasily for the attendants whom he knew should be near.

It is safe to say that he came to his feet and bowed deeply, even in humility.
"I am resting, your Highness," he said meekly.
"Don't you know any better than to come in here ?" demanded the Prince.
Truxton turned very red.
"I am sorry.

I'll go at once." "Oh, I'm not going to put you out," hastily exclaimed the Prince, coming down the slope.

"But you are old enough to know better.