"Mr.Sandow, honorable and noble courtier of Sand Court, is the number of sea sands odd or even?
Answer truthfully now." "I don't know," replied Dick, "and that's the truth!" How they all laughed! It was a quibble, of course, but the Maynard children were surprised at themselves that they hadn't seen through the catch.
Dick sat on the sand, rocking back and forth with laughter.
"The witch ought to have guessed it," he cried; "or else the Queen ought to." "Yes, my courtier, we ought," Marjorie admitted.

"You caught us fairly, and we hereby give you the post of wizard of this court.

Sand Piper, what's next in your journal ?" "The next is a poem by the Honorable Edward Maynard.

That is, he wrote part of it, and then, as he had to go to New York on business, his honorable wife finished it.

Here it is: "Royal Courtiers, great and grand, Ruling o'er your court of sand, Take this greeting from the pen Of an humble citizen.
May you, each one, learn to be Filled with true nobility; Gentle, loving, brave, and kind, Strong of arm and pure of mind.
May you have a lot of fun, And look back, when day is done, O'er long hours of merry play Filled with laughter blithe and gay.
May your court of mimic rule Teach you lore not learned in school; Rule your heart to think no ill, Rule your temper and your will." "Gee, that's real poetry, that is!" exclaimed Tom.