The Sand Club worked for days getting their palace in order.  The two big boys wheeled many loads of sand up from the beach, and Marjorie and the two other boys arranged it in shape.

Dick was clever at building, and he planned a number of fine effects.  Of course, their palace had no roof or walls, but the apartments were partitioned off with low walls of sand, and there were sand sofas and chairs, and a gorgeous throne.

The throne was a heap of sand, surmounted by a legless armchair, found in the Craigs’ attic, and at court meetings draped with pink cheesecloth and garlands of flowers.  The whole palace was really a “secret haunt,” for a slight rise of ground screened it from view on two sides and trees shaded the other side.

The parents of both families were pleased with the whole scheme, for it kept the children occupied, and they could always be found at a moment’s notice.

Sand tables were built, and on them were bits of old dishes and broken vases, all of which were desirable because they could stay out in the rain and not be harmed.  Moreover, they were handy in case of a feast.  At last preparations were complete and they decided to open the court next day.

“We must have a flag,” said Marjorie.  “I’ll make it.  The court colors are red and yellow, and our emblem will be,—­what shall our emblem be?”

“A pail of sand,” suggested Tom.

“Yes; I can cut out a pail of red flannel, and sew it on to a yellow flag.  I’ll make that this afternoon, and we’ll hold court to-morrow morning at ten o’clock.  We must all wear some red and yellow.  Sashes will do for you boys, and I’ll have,—­well, I’ll fix up a rig of some kind.”

Marjorie was a diligent little worker when she chose to be, and that afternoon she made a very creditable flag, showing a pail, red; on a field, yellow.  She made also sashes for them all, of red and yellow cheesecloth, and she made herself a court train of the same material, which trailed grandly from her shoulders.

Next morning the Sand Club assembled on the Maynards’ veranda, to march to Sandringham Palace.

Mrs. Craig had helped out the costumes of her royal children, and the Grand Sandjandrum was gorgeous in a voluminous yellow turban, with a red cockade sticking up on one side.

Sandow and the Sand Crab had soldier hats made of red and yellow paper, and big sailor collars of the same colors.

The Sand Piper wore his sash jauntily with a huge shoulder knot, and he, too, had a cockaded headgear.

Marjorie, as Queen Sandy, wore her trailing court robe and a crown of yellow paper with red stars on it.  She had a sceptre, and Sandow carried the flag.

The Sand Piper marched ahead, playing on a tuneful instrument known as a kazoo.  Next came the Grand Sandjandrum, then the Queen, then the Sand Crab, and finally, Sandow with the flag.

Slowly and with great dignity the procession filed out toward the palace.  King was playing the Star Spangled Banner, or thought he was.  It sounded almost as much like Hail Columbia,—­but it didn’t really matter, and they’re both difficult tunes, anyway.