the knaves' heads all turned one way, is the Queen herself, radiant as the Empress of all the Russias.

A close scrutiny of the Queen's face reveals many a trace of her former beauty, for they all said she was a beautiful woman when first she struck the Huckleberry Marsh. A close fitting waist and boddice outlined a matchless bust; the loose sleeves did not hide a muscular yet perfectly rounded arm; and the position in which she sat, with one knee crossed on the other, displayed a neat and well turned ankle.

The Queen appeared to be at home and at ease when dressed up for visitors. She was even jolly, and threw out many witticisms during the evening's conversation. She was just in the humor, she said, for spinning her yarn. So lighting a cigar (for the Queen is fond of tobacco), she tipped back her chair and began her story.