"It isn't any of my business, after all," he told them. "The king must decide about you, for that's his business. But since you are not made of sugar you must excuse me if I decline to converse with you any longer. It is beneath my dignity."
"Oh, that's all right," said Twinkle.
"Where we came from," said Chubbins, "meat costs more a pound than sugar does; so I guess we're just as good as you are."
But the Captain made no reply to this statement, and before long they stopped in front of a big sugar building, while a crowd of sugar people quickly gathered.
"Stand back!" cried the Captain, and the sugar soldiers formed a row between the children and the sugar citizens, and kept the crowd from getting too near. Then the Captain led Twinkle and Chubbins through a high sugar gateway and up a broad sugar walk to the entrance of the building.
"Must be the king's castle," said Chubbins.
"The king's palace," corrected the Captain, stiffly.
"What's the difference?" asked Twinkle.
But the sugar officer did not care to explain.
