"Don't you think you could get some fun out of trying to be good ?" "No!" cried Zog, and his voice was not so soft as before.

"Listen, Aquareine, you and your attendants shall be prisoners in this castle until I can manage to stop you from living.

Rooms will be placed at your disposal, and I wish you to go to them at o nce, as I am tired of looking at you." "You're no more tired than we are," remarked Trot.

"It's lucky you can't see yourself, Zog." He turned his glowing eyes full upon her.

"The worst of my queer body I keep concealed," he said.