She did whatever she was told, and was a quick and willing worker.
"Now," said Midget, after it was all in order once more, "now we'll have our celebration.

You see, we have six in our court now, instead of five, and I think it's nicer.

I'll give the Sand Witch my sash to wear, and she can be my first lady-in-waiting." This position greatly pleased Hester, and she took her place at the side of the enthroned Queen, while Tom stood at her other side.

King played a grand tune, and they all sang.
The song was in honor of the flag-raising, and was hastily composed by Marjorie for the occasion: "Our Flag, our Flag, our Sand Club Flag! Long may she wave, long may she wag! And may our Sand Club ever stand A glory to our Native Land." Tom persisted in singing "a glory to our native _sand_," and King said _strand_, but after all, it didn't matter.
Then Sandow, bearing the flag, stepped gravely forward, and the boys all helped to plant it firmly in the middle of Sand Court, while the Queen and her lady-in-waiting nodded approval.
"Ha, Courtiers! I prithee sit!" the Queen commanded, when the flag was gaily waving in the breeze.
Her four courtiers promptly sat on the ground at her feet, and the Queen addressed them thus: "Gentlemen-in-waiting of Sandringham Palace, there are much affairs of state now before us.

First must we form our club, our Sand Club." "Most noble Queen," and Tom rose to his feet, "have I your permission to speak ?" "Speak!" said the Queen, graciously, waving her sceptre at him.
"Then I rise to inquire if this is a secret organization." "You bet it is!" cried King, jumping up.