hand, as Johnnie
remarked to Mr. Buckle, quite an assortment of kitchen and other help
for the voyage.

"But y're the boss o' 'em all," Johnnie hastened to add. "So don't y'
let one o' 'em run y'."

Of course Mr. Perkins could not be left out of this extraordinary
voyage. He came with Cis, the latter wearing such a pretty pink dress.
Grandpa walked with them, looking straight and strong and happy. The
first two, as might have been expected, paid not the slightest attention
to the longshoreman beyond making a slight detour in passing him. But
the old veteran shook a stern head at his son.

_Rumpety! rumpety! rumpety! rump!_

Small wonder that the music was blaring forth again! For here were
guests of great distinction--Mr. Carnegie (looking older than formerly),
Mr. Rockefeller, Mr. Astor and Mr. Vanderbilt. There was no mistaking
them, for they wore millionaire hats, soft and velvety, and coats with
fur collars. All were strolling as leisurely and jauntily as only true
plutocrats can afford to do.

When they reached Big Tom, they halted; and at the same moment they
turned their four heads to stare at him, and showed him their four
countenances in four cold frowns. Then--they turned their heads away,
all snubbing him at once, and sauntered up the last step to the terrace,
and so forward to where their young host stood.

"Gee, he hated what y' done t' him!" exclaimed Johnnie. After shaking
hands with them, he passed them on to Uncas and his braves, the Indians
receiving them with every indication of cordiality.

_Bling-ell! bling-ell! bling-ell-dee-dee!_--a fresh burst of melody.

This time the Prince and his gentlemen were approaching, all
silk-hatted, and frock-coated, and gold-caned. His Royal Highness
led--naturally--and was assisting dear, little Mrs. Kukor as he came,
and she was beaming up at Royalty, and talking at him with both pudgy
hands, and rocking madly in her effort to keep step.

Following on the proper salutations, the English Prince and Aladdin very
properly got together, treating each other like old friends, while
Johnnie faced about to greet Father Pat, who was puffing and blowing as
he made the last step, and pointing back over a shoulder to where King
Arthur was approaching with Guinevere, the former in royal robes, with
four kings walking before him, bearing four golden swords; while the
Queen had four queens ahead of her, bearing four white doves. There was
a choir in this majestic trai