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Three days later Mr.Noah arrived by elephant, and the meeting between him and the children is, as they say, better imagined than described.
Especially as there is not much time left now for describing anything.
Mr.Noah explained that the freeing of Polistopolis from the Pretenderette and the barbarians counted as the seventh deed and that Philip had now attained the rank of King, the deed of the Great Sloth having given him the title of Prince of Pine-apples.

His expression of gratitude and admiration were of the warmest, and Philip felt that it was rather ungrateful of him to say, as he couldn't help saying: 'Now I've done all the deeds, mayn't I go back to Helen ?' 'All in good time,' said Mr.Noah; 'I will at once set about the arrangements for your coronation.' The coronation was an occasion of unexampled splendour.

There was a banquet (of course) and fireworks, and all the guns fired salutes and the soldiers presented arms, and the ladies presented bouquets.

And at the end Mr.Noah, with a few well-chosen words which brought tears to all eyes, placed the gold crown of Polistarchia upon the brow of Philip, where its diamonds and rubies shone dazzlingly.
There was an extra crown for Lucy, made of silver and pearls and pale silvery moonstones.
You have no idea how the Polistarchians shouted.
'And now,' said Mr.Noah when it was all over, 'I regret to inform you that we must part.