Marjorie at Seacote by Carolyn Wells
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"That's fine," said Midget, clapping her hands. "Hither, Sir Sand Piper!
What are thy duties at, court?" "Your Majesty," said King, bowing low, "it is my humble part to play the pipes, or to lay the pipes, as the case may be. I do not smoke pipes, but, if it be thy gracious wish, I can blow fair soap bubbles from them." "Sand Piper, I see you know your business," said the Queen. "Ha! Sand Crab, what dost thou do each day?" "Just scramble around in the sand," replied Harry, and suiting the action to the word, he gave such a funny scrambling performance that they all applauded. "Right well done, noble Sand Crab," commented the smiling Queen. "And thou, O Sandow?" "I do all the strong-arm work required in the palace," said Dick, doubling up his little fist, and trying to make it look large and powerful. "Now, thee, my fair lady-in-waiting, what dost thou do in this, my court?" Hester shook back her mop of red curls, and her eyes danced as she answered, gaily: "I am the Court Sand Witch! I cut up tricks of all sorts, as doth become a witch. Aye, many a time will I cause enchantments to fall upon thee, |
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