Butterflyflutterby!"
"And the Princess--"
"Flutterbybutterfly!"
"Correct. It also happened that the Khan and the Khant were brother and sister; but if you can't tell which was the brother and which was the sister, the story stops at this point."
"Why, but, uncle," said the little girl, reproachfully, "you haven't ever told us which is which yourself yet!"
"I know it. Because I'm waiting to find out. You see, with these Asiatic names it's impossible sometimes to tell which is which. You have to wait and see how they will act. If there had been a battle anywhere, and one of them had screamed, and run away, then I suppose I should have been pretty sure it was the sister; but even then I shouldn't know which was the Khan and which was the Khant."
"Well, what are we going to do about it, then?" asked the nephew.
"I don't know," said the papa. "We shall just have to keep on and see. Perhaps when they meet the Prince and Princess we shall find out. I don't suppose a boy would fall in love with a boy."
"No," said the niece; "but he might want to go off with him and have fun, or something."