When you are a grown man it will be different.

Some day I will send for you, and you shall be my first and best friend; but it cannot be now.

My mother might not approve my choice, and yours might not let you go.

Princes as well as other men have to wait for what they want"-- and the child sighed--"but some day our turn will come." Then they resumed their play, and the hoary wood resounded to the merry shouts of the boys as they ran hither and thither in active sport, till the little prince was fairly tired out, though, still exulting in his escape from maternal vigilance, he stoutly protested against going back.
"See, good Paul," he said, "here is a right commodious hollow tree, heaped with last year's dead leaves.

I will rest awhile hidden away here, where none will find me were they to look for me ever so.