The first words out of his mouth were hardly romantic, and the rest of him hardly corrected the impression: his mouth still looked a little too wide, his knees turned out to the sides, and his eyes looked unnervingly in different directions — and, needless to say, his voice croaked.

The girl wondered whether the prince had always looked like a frog, and if the stories only made him out to be handsome and courteous because he was a prince.

“If that’s your attitude,” she retorted, “then that’s fine by me, and I won’t tell a soul — but you’ll have a hard time explaining where you’ve been all this time... and why you have webbed feet.”