Then curiosity broke the silence-- "The KING?
What King ?" "The King of England." The children looked at each other--then at him--then at each other again -- wonderingly, perplexedly; then one said-- "Didst hear him, Margery ?--he said he is the King.

Can that be true ?" "How can it be else but true, Prissy?
Would he say a lie?
For look you, Prissy, an' it were not true, it WOULD be a lie.

It surely would be.
Now think on't.

For all things that be not true, be lies--thou canst make nought else out of it." It was a good tight argument, without a leak in it anywhere; and it left Prissy's half-doubts not a leg to stand on.

She considered a moment, then put the King upon his honour with the simple remark-- "If thou art truly the King, then I believe thee." "I am truly the King." This settled the matter.