"Yes, I agree," said the Queen, smiling. "But I want to know what these secrets are to be about."
"That's future business," declared King. "Just now we have to elect officers, and all that."
"All right," said Marjorie, "but you must be more courtly about it. Say it more,—you know how I mean."
"As thus," spoke up the lady-in-waiting, dropping on one knee before the Queen.
"What is the gracious will of your Royal Highness in the matter of secretary and treasurer, O Queen!"
"Yes, that's better. Well, my court, to tell you the truth, I don't think that we need a secretary and such things, because it isn't a regular club. Let us content ourselves with our present noble offices. Grand Sandjandrum, what are the duties of thy high office?"
"No duties, but all pleasures, when serving thee, O noble and gracious Queen!"
"That's fine," said Midget, clapping her hands. "Hither, Sir Sand Piper! What are thy duties at, court?"
"Your Majesty," said King, bowing low, "it is my humble part to play the pipes, or to lay the pipes, as the case may be. I do not smoke pipes, but, if it be thy gracious wish, I can blow fair soap bubbles from them."
"Sand Piper, I see you know your business," said the Queen. "Ha! Sand Crab, what dost thou do each day?"