As she reached the lower hall she saw Delight coming across the street, arrayed as the White Queen.  Really she looked more like a fairy, with her frilly white frock and her golden hair and blue eyes.

“Hello, Flossy Flouncy!” called out King, using his pet name for Delight; “you’re a daisy May Queen!  I offer you my humble homage!”

A daisy May Queen was an appropriate term, for Delight’s white frock was trimmed and wreathed with garlands of daisies.  Not real ones, for they were not yet in bloom, except in green-houses; and so artificial ones had been sewn on her frock with pretty effect.

King’s own attempt at a regal costume had resulted gorgeously, for with his mother’s help, he had contrived a robe of state, which looked like purple velvet and ermine, though it was really canton flannel.  But it had a grand and noble air, and King wore it with a majestic strut that would have done credit to any coronation.

Kitty and Dorothy wore light green dresses trimmed with pink paper roses, and were very pretty little princesses; while Rosy Posy as Maid of Honor wore one of her own little white frocks, tied up lavishly with blue ribbons.

Flip Henderson’s costume was a good deal like King’s, as he had purposely copied it, not having any other design to work from.

Mrs. Maynard and Miss Hart were not so fancifully attired as the younger members of the party, but they wore pretty light gowns with more or less floral decoration.

The whole affair was impromptu; the children had spent the morning getting it up, and now were going to devote the afternoon to the party itself.

“We must make a procession,” began Marjorie, who was mistress of ceremonies; “you must go first, Mother, because the May Queen Dowager is the most honorable one.”

“Me go first, too,” announced Rosy Posy, taking her mother’s hand.

“Yes, you may,” said Marjorie.  “In fact, Baby, you’d better go first of all, because you’re Maid of Honor; and so you walk in front of the Queen Dowager.”

So Rosy Posy toddled ahead, followed by Mrs. Maynard, who carried a wand of flowers with gracious effect.

“The Queens ought to come next,” said King, but Marjorie’s sense of politeness interfered with this plan.

“No, the Duchess must come next,” she said; “I don’t care whether it’s right or not as a procession, but I think Miss Hart ought to go before us children.”

So the Duchess of May took her place next in line, and then the two Queens side by side followed.

Then came the two Princesses, and behind them, the King of May and the Prince, walking together in affable companionship.  It was an imposing sight, and the paraders were so pleased with themselves that they marched round the lawn several times before going to the scene of the festivity.

But at last they went to the Coronation Bowers, and decided it was time for the ceremonies to begin.