`` He does not spell very well , as you say , but I sometimes make mistakes myself ; and I like his spirit . I 've been looking out for an adventure ; but the big game is getting shy , and my sword rusts in his scabbard . I 'll tell you what , Jack -- I 've an idea ! I 'll put him on the throne of his fathers ; it 's as easy as shelling peas : and as for that other fellow , the Elector , I 'll send him back to Hanover , wherever that may be , and he can go on electing , and polling his vote in peace and quietness , at home . Just wait till I spot the places . '' The prince ran up to the turret , fetched the magic spy-glass , and looked up London , Rome , and Hanover , as you would in a map . `` Well , Dick , but how do you mean to do it ? '' `` Do it ? -- nothing simpler ! I just take my Seven-league Boots , run over to Rome , pick up Prince Charles , put him on the magic carpet , fly to London , clap the Cap of Darkness on him so that nobody can see him , set him down on the throne of his fathers ; pick up the Elector , carry him over to his beloved Hanover , and the trick is done -- what they call a bloodless revolution in the history books . '' `` But if the English do n't like Prince Charles when they get him ? '' `` Like him ? they 're sure to like him , a young fellow like that ! Besides , I 'll take the sword with me in case of accidents . '' `` But , Dick , it is your father 's rule that you are never to meddle in the affairs of other countries , and never to start on an expedition when he is not at home . '' `` Oh , he wo n't mind this time ! There 's no kind of danger ; and I 'm sure he will approve of the principle of the thing . Kings must stick up for each other . Why , some electing characters might come here and kick us out ! '' `` Your father is not the sort of king who is kicked out , '' said Jaqueline .
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