'COCO BOLO KING OF THE FLOATING ISLANDS PRESENTS HIS COMPLIMENTS TO MARGARET AND FRANCES AND REQUESTS THE PLEASURE OF THEIR COMPANY AT A GARDEN PARTY TO MEET HIS GRACE, THE ARCHBISHOP OF TIMBUCTOO-AND-A-HALF'" "Oh, what fun!" cried Frances, clapping her hands and dancing about. "A garden party! How kind of the King to ask us! Let's go, Margaret." "Yes, it's very kind of the King; and I should like to go, of course," replied her sister; "but how are we to get there?" "Nothing easier," remarked the Admiral. "His Majesty is not one to do things by halves. He has sent the royal yacht for your accommodation." He waved his hand toward the water, where the two little girls noticed for the first time that a boat was gently bobbing up and down upon the swell. CHAPTER III THE ROYAL YACHT It was a very pretty boat, evidently made of glass, for the children could see right through it; and though it had neither mast nor oars, it had, at any rate, a wheel, behind which was standing a little man dressed in a sailor's suit of the same bright colors as the Admiral's. "The Crew," remarked that gentleman, nodding toward the new sailor-man, who, as soon as he saw that the little girls were looking at him, smiled in the most cordial manner and spun the wheel round so fast that the spokes hummed in the air. "If you are quite ready," said the Admiral, raising his hat, "we'll get aboard;" and stepping down to the edge of the water he put his hands to his mouth and roared out at the very top of his voice: "Boat, ahoy!" Though, really, it seemed hardly necessary to shout so loud, as the boat was not more than four feet from the shore. "Perhaps the Crew is deaf," suggested Frances, sagely. Perhaps he was, but, if so, he was not so deaf but that he could hear what was shouted to him at four feet distance, for he at once touched his cap, spun the wheel round the other way, and leaving it spinning walked to the bow of the boat, where, leaning out over the water, he pulled up a little anchor. "Weigh the anchor!" shouted the Admiral. "Do you think it's worth while?" suggested the Crew, politely touching his cap. "We've weighed it once this morning already--four pounds, six ounces." "That's true. Well, never mind, then. Pitch it ashore." Thereupon, the Crew, holding the coil of rope in his left hand, swung the anchor round and round his head and threw it to the Admiral. Instead of catching it in his hands, or getting out of its way altogether, as most people would have done, and as the children of course thought he would do, the Admiral whipped off his cocked hat and bending forward allowed the anchor to hit him crack on the top of his head. "Oh!" cried both little girls, running forward. "Did it hurt you very badly?" "Not at all, thank you," replied the Admiral with a genial smile, as he stooped to pick up the anchor. "A little thing like that doesn't hurt a Boxwood."