I thought being a prince might have spoiled you," he said.
"Uncle Jack says I can always be a prince, but I'll soon get over being a boy," said Prince Bobby sagely.

"You _will_ fix it, won't you ?" King nodded, conscienceless now.

The Prince scurried behind a big rock and reappeared at once with a willow branch from the end of which dangled a piece of thread.

A bent pin occupied the chief end in view.

He unceremoniously shoved the branch into the hands of his confederate, and then produced from one of his pockets a silver cigarette box, which he gingerly opened to reveal to the gaze a conglomerate mass of angle worms and grubs.
"A fellow gets awful dirty digging for worms, doesn't he ?" he pronounced.
"I should say so," agreed the big boy.