He had caught sight of the despised derby, and his eyes widened,
but with instinctive good-breeding he ignored it. "That's Pike's
Peak up there."

He indicated the very top of the Land of Desire. The Prince
stared up.

"How does one get up?" he queried.

"Ladders. My father's the manager. He lets me up sometimes."

Prince Ferdinand William Otto stared with new awe at the boy. He
found the fact much more remarkable than if the stranger had
stated that his father was the King of England. Kings were, as
you may say, directly in Prince Ferdinand William Otto's line,
but scenic railroads -

"I had thought of taking a journey on it," he said, after a
second's reflection. "Do you think your father will sell me a
ticket?"

"Billy Grimm will. I'll go with you."

The Prince rose with alacrity. Then he stopped. He must, of
course, ask the strange boy to be his guest. But two tickets!
Perhaps his allowance was not sufficient.

"I must see first how much it costs," he said with dignity.

The other boy laughed. "Oh, gee! You come with me. It won't