The Flight of the Silver Ship: Around the World Aboard a Giant DirgibleMcAlister, Hugh
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The Flight of the Silver Ship: Around the World Aboard a Giant Dirgible
McAlister, Hugh
Airships -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
“And,” Dulcie went on, “I was dying to tell Doctor Trigg and Doctor Sims
and David about my visit to the palace, but I wouldn’t until you were
here.”
“Amazing abnegation,” said Doctor Sims.
“Well, if abnegation means being perfectly crazy to tell, and waiting
patiently for hours and hours till my own father can hear it first, why,
that’s it,” said Dulcie. “Go on and eat, you two, and I’ll tell about
it.
“The two princesses came for me. Dad, you should have seen them. Paris
frocks, tricky hats, wonderful shoes. Absolutely the latest things in
sport clothes. They both speak perfect English, even up-to-date slang.
And they said, ‘What a dear you are to come! We have been dying to meet
you, but we have been down at the summer palace, and only got home late
last night!’ And it seems they are ladies-in-waiting to the Empress and
had to get permission to leave for a few hours.
“When we reached the palace, they said to come up to their rooms while
they dressed, and I could tell them all about dear old Vassar, and how
awful it was about the last Army and Navy game. We went through an
Aladdin’s palace to reach their rooms, where a couple of maids appeared
by magic, and the girls simply dashed out of their frocks and were put
into layers of Japanese robes, crusted stiff with gold embroidery. It
seems the princess, their mother, does not allow them to wear foreign
dress in the home. She is old-school. I asked what about me, but they
said I was all right.
“The last big sash was just tied on when the princess sent for us, and
we went down to the audience room. I was scared to death. I followed
them into the room, and there was the princess sitting in a carved chair
on a little platform, with a group of attendants behind her. The girls
went up and bowed very low, and spoke to their mother in sweet-sounding
Japanese. The old princess held up her tiny little old hand in a gesture
of greeting, and I made a deep, deep curtsey, nearly to the floor. When
I looked up she was smiling at me, and her little face looked so kind
and plain under its jeweled headdress that I curtsied again.
“She said something to the princesses that they didn’t translate, but
they told me later that she was very much pleased with me. Wasn’t that
lucky? I did so want to be a credit to you!
“Then we stood and talked, and sipped tea, and the princess asked me
questions which the girls translated. She sent all sorts of
felicitations to you on your flight. Presently she gave a signal, and I
said good-bye, and sort of backed out, leaving her there in the middle
of that enormous room full of wonders, looking for all the world like an
old ivory figurine.
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