Then they came in sight of the palace of the Queen. What a sight that was! The walls were of pure coral, and all about the doors and windows were shells of every variety of colour and form. There were arches and pillars set around with shells, and in the corners grew graceful sea-weed, that clung to the palace and waved to and fro its long, soft leaves. Little Effie looked up and saw that the building was not finished, and that all around her there was a continual hum of movement. Then they entered the door of the palace and passed through long galleries, until they came to a great and beautiful door and heard within voices singing. A porter sat behind this door also, and asked the same questions, and they all answered as before, in one voice, only they spoke more softly. Now they stood in the great hall of the palace, and lo! there was the Queen herself, sitting on her throne, and about her were her maids of honour. It was they who had been singing, but who stopped when the procession came in. They were sitting at wheels and long stone looms, spinning and weaving wondrous robes of purple and scarlet and green; the Queen herself was weaving a gorgeous garment of all the most beautiful colours. The little man stopped in front of the Queen and made three of his comical little bows, and all the attendant fishes bobbed their heads up and down; the dolphins gave some awkward, bungling shakes of the whole body that made the little fishes almost burst into laughing, and the old fellow with a sword looked exceedingly serious and made the most dignified bow imaginable. Then the Queen spoke: "My faithful servant, hast thou obeyed my commands and brought the child of earth?" "She is here, my good-loving Queen," said he. "What is thy will with her?" When little Effie heard this, she began to be frightened and to think--"Oh, dear! what is she going to do with me?" but the Queen looked so good that she felt at ease again and listened for what she would say. "Take the child," said she, "and show her the beauties of my palace, and let her see the wonderful works that are done here; answer all her questions and bring her back to me again." Then they all bowed again. And as they moved away, Effie heard the song that the maidens at the wheels and looms sang. The Song of the Sea-Maidens. I. Spin, maidens, spin! let the wheel go round! Hours that once are lost can never more be found. (_Chorus_) Work, hands! Love, heart! Every one here has his part,---- Has his work to do,--has his love to give, Thus we work, thus we love ever while we live. II. Weave, maidens, weave! let the shuttle fly! Time and we are racing; faster, faster ply! (_Chorus_) Work, hands! Love, heart! etc. III. Sing, maidens, sing! as ye spin and weave, Work was never meant our joyous hearts to grieve, (_Chorus_) Work, hands! Love, heart! etc. IV.