“You should say ‘Your Majesty,’” corrected Blanche.
“Oh! a Queen, are you?” asked Millie.
“Rather——”
“Queen of all the Earth,” sneered Millie.
Blanche’s face suddenly fell. “I wonder if she began like this,” she said, and a note of fear had come into her voice.
Millie’s eyes reflected her sister’s alarm.
“Oh! let’s get out of this, B.,” she said, and began to tear at the neck of her Indian silk gown.
“I wanted diamonds, too,” persisted Blanche.
“Oh! B., it isn’t right,” said Millie. “I said it wasn’t right and you would come.”
Silence descended upon them for a moment, and then both sisters suddenly screamed and ducked, putting up their hands to their heads.