Have you ever spoken to him, Winifred ?" "No," said the vicar's daughter.

"Of course I've noticed him.

Every one does-he is remarkable." "I don't believe he's a child of these people at all," Maisie declared.
"He's of a different clay.

He's as sensitive as-as a sensitive plant.
You ought to keep your eye on him, Mr.Merewether.I believe he's a poor little prince in a fairy tale." "A freak--a lusus naturae" said the vicar.
Paul did not know what a lusus naturae was, but it sounded mighty grand.
"He's a fairy prince, and one day he'll come into his kingdom." "My dear, if you saw his mother!" "But I'm sure no one but a princess could be Paul Kegworthy's mother," laughed Maisie.
"And his father ?" "A prince too!" And Paul listened and drank in his goddess's words greedily.

Truth clear as crystal fell from her lips.