Truly, there had never been such a shatter and a clatter and a tumble as when the toy captain pulled out the bottom brick of the Prince's palace! And in the midst of it all the children felt themselves falling and falling and falling. And louder than it all sounded the mocking laughter of the toy captain.
"Some people would say it was only a dream," observed Prince Picotee, the next morning, as they stood over the ruins on the nursery floor.
"It can't have been a dream," answered Dimples, who was always practical, "because here is the head of the toy captain."
"And here," added the Prince, bending down, "is his body. So he was beheaded after all!"
"I wish," sighed Dimples, "that it could all come over again."
"It will some day," the Prince assured her, "when I am King and have built another palace like this one."
"But I shall not be there," pouted Dimples, "because you won't have any girls in your palace."
Prince Picotee kicked the headless captain about the floor thoughtfully. "Well, I'm not quite sure," he said, growing a little red. "Perhaps I'll have one girl."