different thing," echoed the other three. "We only make fun
of people who have never learnt how to laugh, and very difficult it is
to make them into fun at all. It's very poor fun when it is made,
too,--most of it," they added, sighing.

Molly was just going to ask them how they managed to make people into
fun at all, when a number of sounds like pistol-shots suddenly came
from the direction of the sun, and the four wymps grew wildly excited
and seized her by the hands and began to race over the ground with her
as fast as they could.

"The wymps have come home!" they gasped breathlessly. "If we make all
the haste we can, we shall be there in time to see them arrive."

It seemed to Molly that to run after her subjects was a curious thing
for a real Queen to do. However, she was far too much out of breath to
say anything, and the next moment they had reached the back of the sun;
and there were dozens of little wymps, all tumbling through it, one on
the top of the other, until they made a large heap of themselves at the
feet of their new little Queen.

"They are bidding you welcome," whispered Queer, as the heap remained
motionless at Molly's feet; and, except for the fact that a good many
shouts of laughter were coming from it, no one would have thought it
was made of wymps at all.

"Oh, please get up," implored their little Queen. "It is very nice of
you to be so glad to see me, but I am sure it must be very
uncomfortable to lie about on the floor like that."

Immediately, the heap dissolved itself into wymps again; and they
crowded round Molly, tumbling up against her so clumsily and chattering
and laughing so noisily, that she thought it was quite time to remind
them that she was a real Queen.

"Do you think you could make a little less noise?" she begged them. "I
don't like noise at all. If you will only try to speak one at a time,
I may be able to answer everybody."

The wymps were so amazed to hear that she did not like noise that they
became silent for a whole minute in order to think about it. "You
see," said Queer, apologetically, "we have never had a Queen before, so
we are not quite sure what she does like. Kings always like plenty of
noise; at least, it does not seem to wake them up, and that is the
great thing."

"Yes, that is it!" cried all the little wymps together. "We have never
had a Queen before, so we don't quite know how to treat her."

"Supposing," continued Queer, "that you wer