or might not, but generally
did. She learned almost at once four English words from the
sailors--"damned box" and "bloody trunk." Armed with the full
authority of maid in waiting to the Queen, she stood beside the boats
when they arrived. With a gesture of contempt she committed each
"damned box" to the care of the men and the less favoured women. She
took possession of all personal luggage. Only her special friends were
allowed to handle the Queen's trunks. She put herself in command of
four girls, and marched in front of them as they staggered under the
weight of great trunks. She had them carried up to the Queen's rooms.
Then with joyful cries of "Bloody trunk, bloody trunk," she ran
through the palace seeking her mistress and the keys. Kalliope
unpacked all the clothes herself. Not even the most favoured of her
helpers was allowed to touch a garment. It was enough for the others
to gaze.

Mr. Donovan took no part whatever in the unloading of the ship or the
unpacking on the island. He said frankly that he disliked fuss
intensely, and that the weather was far too hot for movement of any
kind. He added to Captain Wilson--it seemed necessary to excuse
himself to Captain Wilson--that the action of his heart always became
more disordered if he mixed himself up with people who suffered from
activity. The deck of the _Ida_ was no place for him. The cabins were
stuffy and the clamour of the donkey engine made him restless. He went
ashore. Smith, who was a wonderfully sympathetic man, led him to a
high balcony, well shaded, pleasantly airy. There Mr. Donovan
established himself on a deck chair. He smoked a great deal and slept
a little. He drank the cocktails which Smith found time to prepare for
him. He ate the food Smith brought up to him. He found Salissa a
pleasant island and looked forward to great peace, when the _Ida_, her
cargo unloaded, should sail away. He had only one real trouble. Not
even Smith could find ice on Salissa. Mr. Donovan sighed over his own
want of foresight. The patent freezer had been packed in the very
bottom of the hold.

Early in the third day the Queen tired of unpacking and arranging
furniture. The excitement of running to and fro through the rooms of
the palace faded. The merriment which came of seeing kitchen chairs
placed in her bedroom palled. She began to feel that Mr. Phillips
would never fully understand the beauty and value of a colour scheme.
Her clothes were all safely gathered, u