I won't have anything to do with 'em."

"How impudent!" cried Cerulia.

"How vulgar!" cried Turquoise.

"How unladylike!" cried Sapphire.

"How silly!" cried Azure.

"How absurd!" cried Cobalt.

"How wicked!" cried Indigo. And then all six held up their hands as if
horrified.

The Boolooroo laughed. "You'll know how to bring her to time, I
imagine," he remarked, "and if the girl isn't reasonable and obedient,
send her to me and I'll have her patched. Now, then, take her away."

But Trot was obstinate and wouldn't budge a step. "Keep us together,
your Majesty," begged Cap'n Bill. "If we're to be slaves, don't
separate us, but make us all the same kind o' slaves."

"I shall do what pleases me," declared the Boolooroo angrily. "Don't
try to dictate, old Moonface, for there's only one Royal Will in Sky
Island, and that's my own."

He then gave a command to a soldier, who hastened away to the palace
and soon returned with a number of long, blue ribbons. One he tied
around Trot's waist and then attached to it six other ribbons. Each of
the Six Snubnosed Princesses held the end of a ribbon, and then they
turned and marched haughtily away to the palace, dragging the little
girl after them.

"Don't worry, Trot," cried Button-Bright. "We'll get you out of this
trouble pretty soon."

"Trust to us, mate," added Cap'n Bill. "We'll manage to take care o'
you."

"Oh, I'm all right," answered Trot with fine courage. "I'm not afraid
of these gawkies."

But the princesses pulled her after them, and soon they had all
disappeared into one of the entrances to the Blue Palace.

"Now, then," said the Boolooroo. "I will instruct you two in your
future duties. I shall make old Moonface--"

"My name's Cap'n Bill Weedles," interrupted the sailor.

"I don't care what your name is. I shall call you old Moonface,"
replied the king, "for that suits you quite well. I shall appoint you
the Royal Nectar Mixer to the court of Sky Island, and if you don't mix
our nectar properly, I'll have you patched."

"How do you mix it?" asked Cap'n Bill.

"I don't mix it. It's not the Boolooroo's place to mix nectar," was the
stern reply. "But you may inquire of the palace servants, and perhaps
the Royal Chef or the Major-domo will condescend to tell you. Take him
to the servants' quarters, Captain Ultramarine, and give him a suit of
the royal livery."

So Cap'n Bill was lad away by the chief of the soldiers, and when he
had gone, the kin