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one of the tall persons was helping him to carry. His fair-haired, rosy face smiled through the leaves that hung over the wicker-work.
"Look!" he said. "Look at my apples...."
"But those are melons!" said Tyltyl.
"No, no!" said the Child. "interested.
Then, suddenly, a louder and more serious voice sounded above the silvery murmur of the others:
"Here I am!" it said proudly. They are my apples! They will all be alike when I am alive! I have discovered the process!..." I should never have done if I were to try and describe to my little readers all the wonderful and incredible things that appeared before our hero's eyes. But, suddenly, a loud burst of laughter rang through the hall. A Child had spoken of the King of the Nine Planets; and Tyltyl, very much puzzled and perplexed, looked on every side. All the faces, bright with laughter, were turned to some spot which Tyltyl could not see; every finger pointed in the same direction; but our friend looked in vain. They had spoken of a king! He was looking for a throne with a tall, dignified personage on it, wielding a golden sceptre. "Over there... over there... lower down... behind you!" said a thousand little voices together. "But where is the King?" Tyltyl and Mytyl repeated, greatly