And theyre always trying toassassinate
me!
Very sorry, madame, but that floor is reserved.
Erggg, said Josephus, in a tone of positive dislike.
Ive never played this game before, begged
Max.
Oh, madame, its Queen Sidonie of
Slovaria!
Gosh, I guess being kingsis even worse n being
actors! The lift attendant looked on itregretfully, but he sighed.
But you, Mixy, a king must avebushels of military
training.
Hell never call the police, now hes got his quid.
Then Ginger was kneeling, kissing Maximilians hand. I guess I better take you right
to your mother, King, sos shellknow youre all safe, beamed Bessie. There was a
curate ast me tojoin em, reflected Ginger.
The dirtysnobs, that care more for red tape than
for a mothers heart!
I want two old suits, quite old, for this boy and
me, said Max.
Come on, Terry; well godown with His Majesty. I
thinkGenghis lived years and years ago. They undressed madly, while Terrytold of
their misadventure.
With a considerable drop in tenderness, Bessie
snarled, Now, wellhave no more out of you! Say,why wouldnt that make a swell title
for Terrys next movie afterHis Majesty, Junior?
And you, Ginger, youre my Commander
inChief.
Come on, Queen, lets grab a taxi and start right
out from thatalley looking for em! But wed be real pleased to have you come uphere
and play whenever you get the time. Gingerstopped at an old-clothes bazaar on Greek
Street, but at the doorhe looked terrified. Well, then, she was willing to take the
matter up over the phone.
And theyre always trying toassassinate me! He spoke
to Maximilian in a strange tongue; the king answered.
Dont you think we ought to carry swords,
though?
Gwan out, then, my bravetroops, and capture em. You
hadnt ought to interrupt a king, dont you knowthat?
Josephus had a voluptuous bone, and as for Ginger,
he breakfastedon tea and fish. Im verysorry, but its your mothers request, and Im
afraid you must dashin and dress for it at once!
He observedsilkily, Dreadfully sorry, but Im afraid
we cant do a thing inthis matter.
The greenhorn Terry was roused to irritation. For
once, Ginger was pleasantly able to be superior. Till death do us part, by jiminy
Christmas!