"A princess ?" "Ay, why not ?" said Paul.
"Why not ?" echoed Barney Bill.

"Why not?
You're a blooming lucky kid.

I wish I was a missin' heir.

I know what I'd do." "What ?" asked Paul, the ingenuous.
"I'd find my 'igh-born parents." "How ?" asked Paul.
"I'd go through the whole of England, asking all the princes I met.

You don't meet 'em at every village pump, ye know," he added quickly, lest the boy, detecting the bantering note, should freeze into reserve; "but, if you keep yer eyes skinned and yer ears standing up, you can learn where they are.