"I'm nearly starved, myself." "I had it in mind," said the little man, "to prepare a regular mermaid dinner, but since you're not mermaids--" "Oh, two of us are," said the Queen, smiling.

"I, my good cook, am Aquareine, the ruler of the mermaids, and this is the Princess Clia." "I've often heard of you, your Majesty," returned the chief cook, bowing respectfully, "and I must say I've heard only good of you.
Now that you have unfortunately become my master's prisoners, it will give me pleasure to serve you as well as I am able." "We thank you, good sir," said Aquareine.
"What have you got to eat ?" inquired Trot.

"Seems to me I'm hollow way down to my toes--my tail, I mean--and it'll take a lot to fill me up.

We haven't eaten a morsel since breakfast, you know." "I think I shall be able to give you almost anything you would like," said the cook.

"Zog is a wonderful magician and can procure anything that exists with no more effort than a wiggle of his thumb.
But some eatables, you know, are hard to serve under water, because they get so damp that they are soon ruined." "Ah, it is different with the mermaids," said Princess Clia.
"Yes, all your things are kept dry because they are surrounded by air.