it again if she'd egged 'em on! but their swords - oh, prettily they
said it! - had been drawn for her once or twice already.

'"And where?" says she. "On your hobby-horses before you
were breeched?"

'"On my own ship," says the elder. "My cousin was vice-
admiral of our venture in his pinnace. We would not have you
think of us as brawling children."

'"No, no," says the younger, and flames like a very Tudor
rose. "At least the Spaniards know us better."

'"Admiral Boy - Vice-Admiral Babe," says Gloriana, "I cry
your pardon. The heat of these present times ripens childhood to
age more quickly than I can follow. But we are at peace with
Spain. Where did you break your Queen's peace?"
'"On the sea called the Spanish Main, though 'tis no more
Spanish than my doublet," says the elder. Guess how that
warmed Gloriana's already melting heart! She would never suffer
any sea to be called Spanish in her private hearing.

'"And why was I not told? What booty got you, and where
have you hid it? Disclose," says she. "You stand in some danger
of the gallows for pirates."

'"The axe, most gracious lady," says the elder, "for we are
gentle born." He spoke truth, but no woman can brook contradiction.
"Hoity-toity!" says she, and, but that she remembered that she
was Queen, she'd have cuffed the pair of 'em. "It shall be