It sounded almost as much like Hail Columbia,--but it didn't really matter, and they're both difficult tunes, anyway.
Blithely they stepped along, and prepared to enter the palace with a flourish of trumpets, as it were, when King's music stopped suddenly.
"Great Golliwogs!" he cried.

"Look at that!" "Look at what ?" said Tom, who was absorbed in the grand march.
But he looked, and they all looked, and five angry exclamations sounded as they saw only the ruins of the beloved Sandringham Palace.
Somebody had utterly demolished it.

The low walls were broken and scattered, the sand tables and chairs were torn down, and the throne was entirely upset.
"Who did this ?" roared Tom.
But as nobody knew the answer, there was no reply.
"It couldn't have been any of your servants, could it ?" asked King of the Craigs.

"I know it wasn't any of ours." "No; it wasn't ours, either," said Tom.

"Could it have been your little sister ?" "Mercy, no!" cried Marjorie.