So he went on to the next desk, where a frog sat sadly. But it only wanted Presidents; and at the next desk an eagle told him that only Emperors were wanted, and those very seldom. It was not till he got to the very end of the long room that Billy found a desk where a fat pig in spectacles sat reading a cookery-book. 'Do you want a King?' said Billy. 'I've not been out before.' 'Then you're the King for us,' said the pig, shutting the cookery-book with a bang. 'Hard-working, I suppose, as the notice says?' 'I think I should be,' said Billy, adding, honestly, 'especially if I liked the work.' The pig gave him a square of silver parchment and said, 'That's the address.' On the parchment was written: 'Kingdom of Plurimiregia. Billy King, Respectable Monarch. Not been out before.' 'You'd better go by post,' said the pig. 'The five o'clock post will do.' 'But why--but how--where is it?' asked Billy. 'I don't know where it is,' said the pig, 'but the Post-Office knows everything. As to how--why, you just tie a label round your neck and post yourself in the nearest letter-box. As to why, that's a silly question, really, your Majesty. Don't you know the Post-Office always takes charge of the Royal males?' Billy was just putting the address carefully away in what would have been his watch-pocket if he had had any relation in the world except a great-uncle, when the swing door opened gently and a little girl came in. She looked at the lion and unicorn and the other busy beasts behind their desks, and she did not seem to like the look of them. She looked up the long room and she saw Billy, and she came straight up to him and said: 'Please I want a situation as Queen. It says in the window previous experience not required.' She was a very shabby little girl, with a clean, round, rosy face, and she looked as little like a Queen with previous experience as anybody could possibly have done. 'I'm not the registry office, my good kid,' said Billy. And the pig said, 'Try the next desk.' Behind the next desk sat a lizard, but it was so large it was more like an alligator, only with a less unpleasant expression about the mouth. 'Speak to him,' said the pig, as the lizard leaned forward on his front paws like a draper's assistant when he says, 'What's the next article?' 'I don't like to,' said the little girl. 'Nonsense, you little duffer!' said Billy kindly; 'he won't eat you.' 'Are you sure?' said the little girl very earnestly. Then Billy said, 'Look here, I'm a King, and so I've got a situation. Are you a Queen?' 'My name's Eliza Macqueen,' said the little girl. 'I suppose that's near enough.' 'Well, then,' said Billy to the lizard, 'will she do?' 'Perfectly, I should say,' replied the lizard, with a smile that did not become him very well. 'Here is the address.' He gave it to her; it read: 'Kingdom of Allexanassa. Queen, not been out before; willing, obliging, and anxious to learn.'