"She wont want a throne," said Rectus, turning the conversation from Mr. Chipperton, "for she has a very good rocking-chair, which could be fixed up."
"Yes," said I, "it could be cushioned. She might do it herself."
At this, the colored woman made a remark to the queen, but what it was we did not know.
"Of course she could," said Corny. "Queens work. Queen Victoria etches on steel."
"I don't believe Porker-miller can do that," said Rectus, "but I guess she can pad her chair."
"Do thrones rock?" asked Corny.
"Some of 'em do," I said. "There was the throne of France, you know."
"Well, then, that will be all right," said Corny; "and how about a crown and sceptre?"
"Oh, we wont want a sceptre," I said; "that sort of thing's pretty old-fashioned. But we ought to have a crown, so as to make a difference between her and the other people."
"How much are crowns?" asked Corny, in a thoughtful tone.