Pretty soon the children saw before them a beautiful little palace, built of pink and white coral in alternate layers, with battlements and towers and balconies and terraces and a big, arched front gate like a church doorway. On either side of the entrance-gate sat a line of sentinels on chestnut horses, six on each side, their brass helmets glittering in the sun, their chests stuck out and their backs very straight, trying their best to look fierce and warlike. In this, however, they were not very successful, for though their moustaches stood out as stiff as gimlets, their faces looked so cheerful that Margaret and Frances felt sure their fierceness was all put on for appearance-sake. "We can easily find out," said Frances. "Let's kiss our hands to them, and see if they don't smile." "Very well," replied her sister. "I expect that is what a princess would do, anyhow. I know I should if I were a princess. So let's do it." It was a most successful move. The soldiers all broke into smiles of the largest size and waved their swords in the air; their steeds stood up on their hind feet and danced round and round like performing dogs; and thus passing between the two lines of capering horses, the carriage rolled through the gateway into the palace courtyard, the band and the people remaining outside and only the Court Crier and the Admiral accompanying the King's guests to the foot of the palace steps. CHAPTER VI REFRESHMENTS As soon as the carriage stopped, the Court Crier opened the door and he and the Admiral handed out the two little girls. At the same moment there came running down the steps two rosy-cheeked young women in caps and aprons, white cuffs and turn-down collars, like trained nurses, who courtesied very nicely and said: "If you will please to come with us, Ladies, we will show you to the refreshment room." Walking up the steps behind the two little maids, Margaret and Frances were shown into a large, pleasant room, furnished in green and white, with sofas and rocking chairs and everything they could want. Looking about them, the first thing they noticed was a card tacked on the inside of the door, such as they remembered to have seen once in a hotel bedroom, and supposing it to be the rules of the palace, they thought they had better read it. It was not the rules of the palace, but it was something just as important, as Margaret soon discovered, when, pulling forward a chair, she sat down to read it--for the card, being put there for the accommodation of small people like the Floating Islanders, was rather low down on the door. "What does it say?" asked Frances. "Can you read it?" "Oh, yes," replied her sister. "This is what it says,"--pointing out each word with her finger as she read it: "'Laws of the Floating Islands. (1) Be Cheerful. (2) Be Polite. Anyone Disobeying These Laws Will Be Put In The Corner And Painted Blue.'"