I would have asked them how, living in a land like this, where the blue sky shines on them for nothing, where cocoa-nut and the orange stand always ready for them to stretch forth their hands and take them, where they need but a minimum of clothes, and where the very sea around them freely yields up its fish and its conchs,--or, that is to say, they can get such things for a trifling sum,--I would have asked them, I say, how--when free citizens of a republic, such as we are, come from our shores of liberty, where kings and queens are despised and any throne that is attempted to be set up over us is crushed to atoms,--that when we, I say, come over here, and out of the pure kindness and generosity of our souls raise from the dust a poverty-stricken and down-trodden queen, and place her, as nearly as possible, on the throne of her ancestors, and put upon her head a crown,--a bauble which, in our own land, we trample under foot----" At this I shuddered, remembering the sharp points I had filed in our crown.
"And grind into the dust," continued Mr.Chipperton,--"I would ask them, I say, how they could think of all this, and then deliberately subvert, at the behest of a young and giddy colored hireling, the structure we had upraised.

And what could they have said to that, I would like to know ?" he asked, looking around from one to another of us.
"Give us a small dive, boss ?" suggested Rectus.
"That's so," said Mr.Chipperton, his face beaming into a broad smile; "I believe they would have said that very thing.

You have hit it exactly.

Let's go in to supper." The next day, Rectus and I, with Corny and Mrs.Chipperton, walked down to the queen's house, to see how she fared and what could be done for her.
When we reached Poqua-dilla's hut, we saw her sitting on her door-step.
By her side were several joints of sugar-cane, and close to them stood the crown, neatly filled with scarlet pepper-pods, which hung very prettily over the peaked points of brass.

She was very still, and her head rested on her breast.
"Asleep!" whispered Corny.
"Yes," said Mrs.Chipperton, softly, "and don't let's waken her.