the Queen, and when you call again I'll have a nice fat King all ready for you."'
The straws trembled, and Eliza sobbed.
Billy went on; and he had never felt so truly regal as now, when he was preparing to risk his life in order to save his subjects from the monthly temptation to be mean and cowardly and sneakish. I think myself it was good of Billy. He might just have abdicated and let things slide. Some boys would have.
The sea of greeny-black treacle heaved and swelled sulkily against the beach. The Prime Minister said:
'Very well; I'll do it. But I'd sooner die than see my King false to his word.'
'You won't have to choose between the two,' said Billy, very pale, but determined. 'Your King's not a hound, like—like some people.'
And then, far away on the very edge of the green treacly sea, they saw a squirming and a squelching and clouds of steam, and all sorts of exciting and unpleasant things happening very suddenly and all together.
The Prime Minister covered his head with dry seaweed and said:
'That's Him.'
