"I've made up my mind to one thing, Trot," he said confidentially.
"If ever I get out o' this mess I'm in, I won't be an Arctic
explorer, whatever else happens. Shivers an' shakes ain't to my
likin', an' this ice business ain't what it's sometimes cracked up
to be. To be friz once is enough fer anybody, an' if I was a gal
like you, I wouldn't even wear frizzes on my hair."
"You haven't any hair, Cap'n Bill," answered Trot, "so you needn't
worry."
The queen and Clia had been talking together very earnestly. They
now approached their earth friends, and Aquareine said:
"We have decided not to remain in this castle any longer. Zog's
cruel designs upon our lives and happiness are becoming too
dangerous for us to endure. The golden sword now bears a fairy
charm, and by its aid I will cut a way through our enemies. Are you
ready and willing to follow me?"
"Of course we are!" cried Trot.
"It don't seem 'zactly right to ask a lady to do the fightin',"
remarked Cap'n Bill, "but magic ain't my strong p'int, and it seems
to be yours, ma'am.
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