The next morning Rosalie said to the little girl, “Will you make Tourmaline the Queen again when you go away?”

“I’ll send for her and see about it,” replied Trot.

But when Tourmaline arrived at the palace, dressed all in lovely, fluffy robes and with a dainty pink plume in her pink hair, she begged most earnestly not to be made the Queen again.

“I’m having a good time just now after years of worry and uncomfortable living in this uncomfortable old hut of a palace,” said the poor girl, “so it would be cruel for you to make me the servant of the people again and condemn me to want and misery.”

“That seems reason’ble,” replied Trot thoughtfully.

“Rosalie’s skin is just as light a pink as my own,” continued Tourmaline.  “Why don’t you make her the Queen?”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Trot.  Then she turned to Rosalie and asked, “How would you like to rule the Pinkies?”

“I wouldn’t like it,” replied the Witch with a smile.  “The Queen is the poorest and most miserable creature in all the kingdom, and I’m sure I don’t deserve such a fate.  I’ve always tried to be a good witch and to do my duty.”

Trot thought this over quite seriously for a time.  Then one of her quaint ideas came to her—­so quaint that it was entirely sensible.  “I’m the Queen of the Pinkies just now, am I not?” she asked.

“Of course,” answered Rosalie.  “None can dispute that.”

“Then I’ve the right to make new laws, haven’t I?”

“I believe so.”

“In that case,” said the girl, “I’m goin’ to make a law that the Queen shall have the same food an’ the same dresses an’ the same good times that her people have; and she shall live in a house jus’ as good as the houses of any of her people, an’ have as much money to spend as anybody.  But no more.  The Queen can have her share of ever’thing ‘cordin’ to the new law, but if she tries to get more than her share, I’ll have the law say she shall be taken to the edge an’ pushed off.  What do you think of that law, Rosalie?”

“It’s a good law and a just one,” replied the Witch approvingly.

So Trot sent for the Royal Scribbler, who was a very fat Pinky with large, pink eyes and curly pink hair, and had him carefully write the new law into the Great Book of Laws.  The Royal Scribbler wrote it very nicely in pink ink, with a big capital letter at the beginning and a fine flourish at the end.  After Trot had signed her name to it as Queen, she called all of the important people of the land to assemble in the Court of the Statues and ordered the Royal Declaimer to read to them the new law.  The Pinkies seemed to think it was a just law and much better than the old one, and Rosalie said: 

“Now no one can object to becoming Queen, since the Ruler of the Pinkies will no longer be obliged to endure suffering and hardships.”

“All right,” said Trot.  “In that case, I’ll make you the Queen, Rosalie, for you’ve got more sense than Tourmaline has and your powers as a witch will help you protect the people.”