But," said Davy, in great surprise, "you said the name of your ship
was"--

"So I did, and so it was," interrupted Sindbad, testily. "The name of a
ship sticks to it like wax to a wig. You _can't_ change it."

"Who gave it that name?" said the Goblin.

"What name?" said Sindbad, looking very much astonished.

"Why, 'The Cantering Soup-tureen,'" said the Goblin, winking at Davy.

"Oh, _that_ name," said Sindbad,--"that was given to her by the
Alamagoozelum of Popjaw. But speaking of soup-tureens, let's go and have
some pie;" and, rising to his feet, he gave one hand to Davy and the
other to the Goblin, and they all walked off in a row toward the little
shell house. This, however, proved to be a very troublesome arrangement,
for Sindbad was constantly stepping on his long beard and falling down;
and as he kept a firm hold of his companions' hands they all went down
in a heap together a great many times. At last Sindbad's turban fell
off, and as he sat up on the grass, and began stirring in it again with
his wooden spoon, Davy saw that it was full of broken chessmen.

"It's a great improvement, isn't it?" said Sindbad.

"What is?" said Davy, very much puzzled.

[Illustration: "HE GAVE ONE HAND TO DAVY AND THE OTHER TO THE GOBLIN."]

"Why, this way of playing the game," said Sindbad, looking up at him
complacently. "You see, you make all the moves at once."

"It must be a very easy way," said Davy.

"It's nothing of the sort," said Sindbad, sharply. "There are more moves
in one of my games than in twenty ordinary games;" and here he stirred
up the chessmen furiously for a moment, and then triumphantly calling
out "Check!" clapped the turban on his head.

As they set out again for the little house Davy saw that it was slowly
moving around the edge of the lawn, as if it were on a circular
railway, and Sindbad followed it around, dragging Davy and the Goblin
with him, but never getting any nearer to the house.

"Don't you think," said Davy, after a while, "that it would be a good
plan to stand still and wait until the house came around to us?"

"Here, drop that!" exclaimed Sindbad, excitedly; "that's my idea. I was
just about proposing it myself."

"So was I," said the Goblin to Sindbad. "Just leave my ideas alone, will
you?"

"_Your_ ideas!" retorted Sindbad, scornfully. "I didn't know you'd
brought any with you."

"I had to," replied the Goblin, with great contempt, "otherwise there
wouldn't have been any