All about was a beautiful, white, glistening, sandy city; houses, fences, streets, all of sand. The place where they were standing seemed to be a sort of park with cute, little, carved, sandy benches amid the sand grass, and several tall fountains spouting sand in a fine spray. "Well, how do you like it?" asked the Witch. "Fine!" said Junior; "but where are the clams and the--" "My goodness," said the Witch, "but you _are_ in a hurry. I've got to find my children, first. You don't expect me to neglect my children that way, do you?" "Oh, no," replied the boy, "of course not. But--but I didn't come here to see your children, you know. I can see children anywhere." "Not children like mine," said the Sand Witch, proudly. "If there is a more beautiful child than little Lettuce Sand Witch I'd like to see it. And as for dear little Ham Sand Witch, he is the _cutest_ thing." "Ham Sand Witch! Lettuce Sand Witch!" exclaimed Junior. "Are those the names of your children? Why--why, it sounds like things to eat!" "Well," said Mrs. Sand Witch, "why not? Both of them are certainly sweet enough to eat." With that she opened her mouth and gave a piercing yell. "Children!" she shrieked. "Come to mother, quick! I've got a little boy for you to play with!" And presently, racing across the park toward them came the two little Sand Witches, one a girl and the other a boy. But though their mother thought them sweet enough to eat, Junior did not. Both had long, pointed noses and chins; big, black eyes and dreadfully wide mouths, just like Mrs. Sand Witch. When they saw Junior they just stood and stared, and gnashed their teeth. "Hello!" said Ham Sand Witch, after a moment. "Who are you?" "Yes," said his sister, Lettuce Sand Witch, walking about and examining Junior from all sides, "who are you, and where did you come from?" "I'm Junior Jenks," replied Junior, "and I came from the beach up above to see the clams skip rope." "Pooh!" said Ham Sand Witch. "That's no fun! We're not going to play with them any more. They want you to turn the rope all the time. If you don't, they nip you." "Well," said Junior, "if I can't see the clams skip rope, let me see the starfish shoot." "All right," said Lettuce Sand Witch, "we don't mind. But you'll have to pay his fare if you want to see him shoot." "Pay his fare?" responded Junior. "I don't know what you mean." "Ahem!" put in Mrs. Sand Witch. "Perhaps you thought he shot with a gun. Well, he doesn't. He chutes with a chute! And you know as well as I do, you've got to pay your fare when you chute with a chute." "Oh," cried Junior, in dismay, "I see. But--but I haven't any money." "Then," said Mrs. Sand Witch, "if you want to see him chute, we'll have to charge it to your father. How about it?" "Well," said the boy, "I guess he won't mind, as long as I never saw a fish chute before."