"Just scramble around in the sand," replied Harry, and suiting the action to the word, he gave such a funny scrambling performance that they all applauded.
"Right well done, noble Sand Crab," commented the smiling Queen. "And thou, O Sandow?"
"I do all the strong-arm work required in the palace," said Dick, doubling up his little fist, and trying to make it look large and powerful.
"Now, thee, my fair lady-in-waiting, what dost thou do in this, my court?"
Hester shook back her mop of red curls, and her eyes danced as she answered, gaily:
"I am the Court Sand Witch! I cut up tricks of all sorts, as doth become a witch. Aye, many a time will I cause enchantments to fall upon thee, one and all! I am a magic witch, and I can cast spells!"
Hester waved her arms about, and swayed from side to side, her eyes fixed in a glassy stare, and her red curls bobbing.
"Good gracious!" cried Marjorie. "You're like a witch I saw on the stage once in a fairy pantomime. Say, Hester, let's have a pantomime entertainment some day."
"All right. My mother'll help us. She's always getting up private theatricals and things like that. She says I inherit her dramatic talent."
"All right," said Tom, warningly; "but don't you turn your dramatic talent toward tearing down our palace again."