"If I am to be your wife," screamed Azure, "I'll mark your obstinate face with my fingernails!" "And I," said Turquoise passionately, "will pound your head with a broomstick!" "I'll shake him till his teeth rattle!" shrieked Sapphire. "The best way to manage a husband," observed Cerulia angrily, "is to pull his nose."
Cerulia gave Trot a push one way, and Sapphire pushed her the other way, so the little girl was quite out of breath and very angry when finally her punishment ceased. She had not been much hurt, though, and she was wise enough to understand that these Princesses were all cruel and vindictive, so that her safest plan was to pretend to obey them.
"What queer, dreadful-looking creatures are these? Where in all the Sky did they come from?" "They say they came from the Earth, Cerulia," answered the Boolooroo. "But that is impossible," said another Princess. "Our scientists have proved that the Earth is not inhabited." "Your scientists'll have to guess again, then," said Trot.
"I'm going to be patched to Tingle, here, as soon as the Boolooroo returns," said Ghip-Ghisizzle, "and it's against the law for a patched man to marry anyone. It's regarded as half-bigamy." "Dear me!" cried Cerulia. "If he's patched, he never can be Boolooroo." "Then he musn't be patched," declared Sapphire. "We must save him from that fate, girls, and force him to decide among us.
The six Princesses sat down in a circle facing the captives, and Cerulia said, "Ghip, my dear, we will release you on one condition: That you choose a wife from among us and promise to marry the one selected as soon as the Pinkies are driven back into the Fog Bank." Ghip-Ghisizzle managed to shake his head. Then he said, "Really, ladies, you must excuse me.
Cap'n Bill jumped this way and Button-Bright that, and then there alighted on Trot's shoulder the blue parrot that had been the pet of the Princess Cerulia. Said the bird, "Gee! I've flown Here all alone. It's pretty far, But here we are!" and then he barked like a dog and chuckled with glee at having found his little friend.
Indigo wanted to have Trot patched, and Cerulia wanted her beaten with knotted cords, and Cobalt wanted her locked up in a dark room, and Sapphire wanted her fed on sand, and Turquoise wanted her bound to a windmill, and so between these various desires, they quarreled and argued until dinner time arrived.
"And feed my fuzzy blue rabbit that roars like a lion," said Princess Turquoise. "And feed my lovely blue peacock that mews like a cat," said Princess Cerulia. "Anything else?" asked Trot, drawing a long breath. "Not until you have properly fed our pets," replied Azure with a scowl. "What do they eat, then?" "Meat!" "Milk!" "Clover!" "Seeds!" "Bread!" "Carrots!"
Trot, who was much annoyed at the treatment she had received, did not hesitate to seat herself also in a big easy chair. "Slave!" cried Princess Cerulia, "Fetch me a mirror." "Slave!" cried Princess Turquoise, "A lock of my hair is loosened; bind it up." "Slave!" cried Princess Cobalt, "Unfasten my shoes; they're too tight."
Never mind if they do slice the Boolooroo. I'm his daughter, and I'LL rule the kingdom." "You won't!" screamed Cobalt. "I'll rule it!" "I'll rule it myself!" cried Cerulia. "No, no!" yelled Turquoise. "I'll be the Ruler." "That shall be MY privilege!" shouted Sapphire. Cobalt began to say, "I'm the " "Be quiet!" said Trot sternly.