"I mean--I'm sure--" he began to explain.
"If you can see it," said Honoria, "you had better describe George's property for him." She yawned.

"He can't tell the story himself-- not one little bit." "Right you are, miss," George agreed.

"Fire away, Taffy." Taffy thought for a minute, then, still with a red face, began.
"It is all true, as George says.

A fine city lies there, covered with the sands; and this was what happened.

The King of Langona had a son, a handsome young Prince, who lived at home until he was eighteen, and then went on his travels.