"Humph!" "Remember that you have not seen it," said Ian, "and that I never said aught to you but _King George, King George!_" With that he restored the goblet to the secret shelf, put back the drawer, and shut the ambry door.

"Friends trust one another in little and big .-- Now let's go see Aunt Alison." They went in silence along a corridor where every footfall was subdued in India matting.

Alexander spoke once: "I feel all through me that we're friends.

But you're a terrible fool there!" "I am not," said Ian.

His voice carried the truth of his own feeling.
"I am like my father and mother and the chieftains my kin, and I have been with certain kings ever since there were kings.