"Well, then, what do you want that I should do for you?" said the governor to Corny.
"Oh, nothing sir," said she, "but just to make it all safe for us. We didn't know exactly what the rules were on this island, and so we thought we'd come and see you about it. We don't want the policemen, or the soldiers or sailors, or anybody, to get after us."
"There is no rule here against giving a queen her rights," said the governor, who seemed to be in a good humor as long as he talked to Corny, "and no one shall interfere with you, provided you do not commit any disorder, and I'm sure you will not do that."
"Oh, no!" said Corny; "we just intend to have a little coronation, and to ask the people to remember that she's a queen and not a pepper-pod woman; and if you could just give us a paper commission, and sign it, we should—at least I should—feel a good deal easier."
"You shall have it," said the governor, and he took some paper and a pen.
"It seems a little curious," said he to Corny, as he dipped his pen in the ink, "that I should serve a queen, and have a queen under me at the same time, doesn't it?"
"Kind o' sandwiched," remarked Rectus, who had a face like frozen brass.
The governor went on writing, and Corny and I looked at Rectus as if we would singe his hair.
"You are all from the States, I suppose," said the governor.
I said we were.