"It takes boys to find fun," remarked Alice, "But see here, Yum-kim, or Loddy-Shoddy, whoever may be in authority," called Alice, "please bring back that couch, very carefully now, when you have dumped the queen on the lawn."
At this the slaves stopped, but did not dump their queen. Instead, they slowly lowered the chariot, and even assisted her to alight.
"Thanks, awfully," said Tavia, in common English, "I suppose that honor is saved for most persons' funerals. It's something to have tried it—I think Indian funeral marches perfectly lovely. I must die in India."
"Funeral march! Well, I like that!" groaned George Mason. "Of all the frosts—"
"That, my dear queen," declared Ralph Wilson, "was your triumphant procession-all! Did you notice the procesh? Funeral indeed! You would never get off that easy with a funeral in India."
Viola was standing on the porch smiling pleasantly. Somehow she seemed very agreeable to-day. Dorothy noticed how cordially she had greeted her, and even Tavia felt she should certainly have to be civil to the "Green Violet" if the latter kept her "manners going."
"Introduce me to your cousins," said Viola affably, coming up to where Dorothy stood.
"Certainly," answered Dorothy. "I was waiting for an opportunity. The queen-show took all our attention."
"Wasn't it splendid," and Viola seemed to have enjoyed the fun. "I do think boys do the funniest things."
"Yes, they certainly are original. I have two small brothers and they keep me going."