We all love her, the court honors her, and one and all we now salute her!" More low bows followed, and then the court resumed its upright attitude and awaited orders.
"There is no more saluting necessary," explained the gracious Queen.
"You boy courtiers can't expect it.

Now the court is dismissed and the Sand Club will play something." The Queen came down from the throne, and courtly manners and speeches were laid aside.
"Let's fix up the court instead of playing," suggested Kitty, and as all thought this a good idea, they went at it.
Everybody worked with a will, for it was fun to get the court in order again, and Kitty and Midget were so fond of fixing up and decorating that when the task was over, Sand Court was far handsomer than ever before.
Shell borders outlined the throne and the courtier's seat, and the old legless chair was so draped with cheesecloth and green vines that it was a picture in itself.

Then it was luncheon time, and the courtiers said good-bye and parted to go to their homes.
"She's a funny girl," said Kitty, as the Maynard trio reached their house.

"As soon as she got what she wanted, she was sweet as pie.

But if you hadn't given up the Queen to her, Mops, she would have been madder'n hops." "I know it," said Midget, "but that wasn't the reason I did it.