In Queen Aquareine's palaces benches for reclining were used, and stairs were wholly unnecessary, but in the Palace of Zog the furniture and fittings were much like those of a house upon earth, and except that every space here was filled with water instead of air, Trot and Cap'n Bill might have imagined themselves in a handsome earthly castle.
The little group paused half fearfully in the hall, yet so far there was surely nothing to be afraid of.

They were wondering what to do next when the curtains of an archway were pushed aside and a boy entered.

To Trot's astonishment, he had legs and walked upon them naturally and with perfect ease.

He was a delicate, frail-looking little fellow, dressed in a black velvet suit with knee breeches.
The bows at his throat and knees were of colored seaweeds, woven into broad ribbons.

His hair was yellow and banged across his forehead.