“We have to vote about that,” returned Marjorie, “and I do hope, my courtiers, that we won’t have any squabbling before our royal visitor, Miss Princess Sand,—­Sand—­well, San Diego is the only name I can think of for Kit!”

“Hail, Princess Sandeago!” cried Tom, and all the courtiers ducked almost to the ground in low bows.

“Now,” went on Marjorie, “our first business this morning is the election of a new Queen.”

“Queens aren’t elected,” growled Tom, “they,—­they,—­what do they do?  Oh, they succeed!”

“That’s exactly what they do!” cried Midget.  “And I’m going to succeed!  I mean I’m going to succeed in my plan of having Hester succeed me!  I asked Father about elections, and he said people could be instructed to vote a certain way.  So I hereby instruct you all, my beloved courtiers, to vote for a new Queen.  The same to be our beloved Sand Witch.”

“Beloved grandmother!” exclaimed Tom, irrepressibly.

“No, my Grand Sandjandrum,” went on Midget, looking sternly at him, “she isn’t your grandmother, but she’s to be your new sovereign, so you may as well make up your mind to it.”

As Hester began to think Midget was going to make the change, whether the boys wanted to or not, she suddenly became very light-hearted and smiled at everybody.

“I’ll be a good Queen,” she said, ingratiatingly, “and I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

And then King waked up to the fact that since Midget desired this change, and since it might have the effect of keeping Hester pleasant and good-natured, perhaps it was a good plan after all.  So he said: 

“All right; I’ll vote as Queen Sandy instructs.”

Tom looked at him in surprise, and then, remembering he had practically promised to do as Marjorie asked, he said: 

“Well, I will too.  But only on condition that the new Queen promises to be pleasant and nice all the time.”

“I will,” declared Hester, earnestly, her face fairly radiant now at the thought of wearing the crown.

“You ought to take an oath of office and say so,” advised Kitty, who was critically watching the proceedings.

“What’s that mean?” demanded Hester.

“Why, swear that you won’t lose your temper.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t swear!” cried Hester, in dismay.

“Kit doesn’t mean bad swearing,” explained King.  “She means official swearing, or something like that.  All Queens do it, and juries, and presidents, and everything.  It’s only promising or vowing.”

“Well, I’ll promise or vow,” agreed Hester, “but I won’t swear.”

“All right,” said Marjorie.  “You must hold up both hands, and say ’I promise or vow to be a good Queen and not get mad at my courtiers.’  Say it now.”

So Hester raised both hands as high as she could and repeated Marjorie’s words.

“Now you’ve taken your oath of office, and you’re queen,” said Kitty, who was unconsciously taking charge of affairs.  “Where’s the crown, Mops?”