'I wasn't quite myself last night, I'll own, but not to dress up like a circus.' The crowd was all talking at once, and getting rather angry.

But no one seemed to think of blaming the Queen.
Anthea bounded down the steps and pulled her up; the others followed, and the door was shut.

'Blowed if I can make it out!' they heard.

'I'm off home, I am.' And the crowd, coming slowly to the same mind, dispersed, followed by another crowd of persons who were not dressed in what the Queen thought was the proper way.
'We shall have the police here directly,' said Anthea in the tones of despair.

'Oh, why did you come dressed like that ?' The Queen leaned against the arm of the horse-hair sofa.
'How else can a queen dress I should like to know ?' she questioned.
'Our Queen wears things like other people,' said Cyril.
'Well, I don't.