You know there is one, really." "You can be the Grand Sandjandrum!" said King, laughing.
"No, you be that," said Tom, unselfishly.
"No, sir; _you've_ got to.

I'll be a sand piper, and play the court anthems." "All right," said Marjorie, "and Harry can be a sand crab, for he just scuttles through the sand all the time.

What'll Dick be ?" King looked at Dick.

"We'll call him Sandow," he suggested, and they all laughed, for Dick was a frail little chap, without much muscular strength.

But the name stuck to him, and they always called him Sandow thereafter.
"I wish we could make our palace where it would stay made," said Marjorie.