The twelve Counselors then voted, and when the vote was counted, Tourmaline announced that six had voted to allow the strangers to remain and six to toss them over the bushes. “We seem evenly divided on this matter,” remarked the Queen with a puzzled look at her Council.
Trot thought the pretty Queen was their friend, so she said, “Of course you’ll have the deciding vote, then, you being the Ruler.”
“Oh no,” replied Tourmaline. “Since I have asked these good people to advise me, it would be impolite to side against some of them and with the others. That would imply that the judgment of some of my Counselors is wrong, and the judgment of others right. I must ask someone else to cast the deciding vote.”
“Who will it be, then?” inquired Trot. “Can’t I do it? Or Cap’n Bill or Button-Bright?”
Tourmaline smiled and shook her head, while all the Counselors murmured their protests.
“Let Trot do it
Or you’ll rue it!”
advised the parrot, and then he barked like a dog and made them all jump.
“Let me think a moment,” said the Queen, resting her chin on her hand.
“A Pink can think
As quick’s a wink!”
the parrot declared. But Tourmaline’s thoughts required time, and all her Counselors remained silent and watched her anxiously.
At last she raised her head and said, “I shall call upon Rosalie the Witch. She is wise and honest and will decide the matter justly.”
The Pinkies seemed to approve this choice, so Tourmaline rose and took a small, pink paper parcel from a drawer. In it was a pink powder, which she scattered upon the seat of a big armchair. Then she lighted this powder, which at first flashed vivid pink and then filled all the space around the chair with a thick, pink cloud of smoke. Presently the smoke cleared away, when they all saw seated within the chair Rosalie the Witch.
This famous woman was much like the other Pinkies in appearance except that she was somewhat taller and not quite so fat as most of the people. Her skin and hair and eyes were all of a rosy, pink color, and her gown was of spiderweb gauze that nicely matched her complexion. She did not seem very old, for her features were smiling and attractive and pleasant to view. She held in her hand a slender staff tipped with a lustrous pink jewel.
All the Pinkies present bowed very respectfully to Rosalie, who returned the salutation with a dignified nod. Then Tourmaline began to explain the presence of the three strangers and the difficulty of deciding what to do with them.
“I have summoned you here that you may cast the deciding vote,” added the Queen. “What shall we do, Rosalie, allow them to remain here as honored guests, or toss them over the bushes into the sky?”
Rosalie, during Tourmaline’s speech, had been attentively examining the faces of the three Earth people. Now she said,