She had hardly any clothes, and was not at all pretty.

The children were rather bored by her, but everyone else was delighted, including the King.
'By the beard of Nimrod!' he cried, 'ask what you like girl, and you shall have it!' 'I want nothing,' said the dancer; 'the honour of having pleased the King may-he-live-for-ever is reward enough for me.' And the King was so pleased with this modest and sensible reply that he gave her the gold collar off his own neck.
'I say!' said Cyril, awed by the magnificence of the gift.
'It's all right,' whispered the Queen, 'it's not his best collar by any means.

We always keep a stock of cheap jewellery for these occasions.
And now--you promised to sing us something.

Would you like my minstrels to accompany you ?' 'No, thank you,' said Anthea quickly.

The minstrels had been playing off and on all the time, and their music reminded Anthea of the band she and the others had once had on the fifth of November--with penny horns, a tin whistle, a tea-tray, the tongs, a policeman's rattle, and a toy drum.