"And she and her father and mother and brother were very joyful when
they all came back.

"And in their own country they found that every one had become rich and
happy, and that people flew about like birds, and that the sun shone in
the night. And!" she added, "isn't that a Jataka story?"

Lucy's mother seemed much pleased, also astonished; but Sky-High said
nothing for some time.

"Do you think me a wang?" asked he, at last.

"I wish you were--oh, how Charlie and I would dance about if you were! I
think the everyday boys in China cannot be like you. And I do not think
you ironed clothes in China. I wish you _were_ a king's son!"

"And what if I were?"

"Oh--I don't know," laughed little Lucy. "Don't we treat you as well as
if you were? Ladies and gentlemen treat ladies and gentlemen like wangs
in America. Don't we, mother?"

"I trust so. I trust our little Sky-High has found it so," answered
Lucy's mother.

"So would Sky-High treat you were you to come to his home," said the
little Chinaman.

"But you have no home, Sky-High," broke in Charlie. "You said you lived