King Seaphus waited anxiously as the knocking on the castle door
continued. "Billows and breakers," he exclaimed again, expectantly
waiting for the visitor or visitors to be announced.
Just as his impatience was nearly exhausted, a court page appeared
escorting a Polar Bear and a Star Fish. Mary Louise at once recognized
the former as the porter on the Iceberg Express. The visitors bowed
respectfully to the King, and the little Star Fish winked one of his
five small eyes at the Princess. The Polar Bear smiled at Mary Louise,
but said nothing.
"Well," exclaimed King Seaphus, after a brief silence, "you honor us by
your presence, but, what do you want?"
"I want redress," cried the Star Fish in a queer little gurgle.
"You want what?" thundered the King, realizing now that his visitors
were looking for damages on account of the accident. This naturally
worried him, as he was a heavy stockholder in the Sea Bottom Subway.
"One of my five fingers has been badly bruised," continued the Star
Fish, "for which reason I shall sue for damages."
"I have suffered internal injuries," said the Polar Bear, speaking up
quickly, encouraged by the independent manner of the Star Fish.
"Internal injuries!" laughed the King; "infernal fiddlesticks, I have
heard that tune before!"
"Your Highness," interposed the Star Fish, "my condition is quite
serious. As I have but five fingers, to have one of them injured is
far worse than to have one of my feet, for of the latter I have
hundreds."
The King looked at him inquiringly. Although he was Monarch of the
Sea, perhaps he did not know that a Star Fish, while he has hundreds of
little feet, has no legs at all. Even his feet do not move as ordinary
feet do, one before the other; they can only cling like little suckers
pulling him slowly along from place to place.
"Neither am I like the everyday common fish. My mouth is in the center
of my body, and I have a little scarlet-colored sieve through which I
strain the sea-water. I couldn't think of swallowing sea-water with
everything that might be floating in it."
"Holy mackerel!" exclaimed the King, under his breath, "I'd better
settle with this individual as quickly as possible. He'll drive me
crazy if I don't, and maybe, cause me no end of trouble."
"Your Royal Highness," began the Polar Bear, "I was hit by a large
piece of ice in the chest."
"In the ice-chest or in the ice-box?" inquired the King, his humor
getting the better of his anger, for he could never let go by an
opportunity to make a pun.
"Your Royal Highness," interrupted the Star Fish, "I wish to state that
I took this little trip for my health. My doctor told me I must go
South. So I boarded the Iceberg Express at Cape Cod, intending to
spend the summer in the mountains."
"In the mountains!" roared King Seaphus. "You don't go to the seashore
for the mountains! You should have gone inland to the White Mountains
or the Catskills--those are well-known summer resorts."
"May it please your Royal Highness," said the Star Fish, stroking his
beautiful purple coat with one of his five little fingers, "I was bound
for the Caribbean Sea, which is as full of mountains as New Hampshire
and Vermont are. Of course, none of them have caps of snow like Mount
Washington, for it's nice and warm in the Caribbean Sea; that's the
reason I want to go there. But, if the Iceberg Express is wrecked, how
am I to continue my journey?"
"Sufferin' mackerel!" exclaimed King Seaphus; this time he uttered the
words aloud and not under his breath, "Sufferin' mackerel! I'll see
that you get there, if I have to charter a special train!"
"But what about my finger?" asked the Star Fish.
"Oh, I'll reimburse you for your ticket," exclaimed the King. "And
now, what can I do for you?" he asked, turning to the Polar Bear.
"Train Porters have very low wages," replied the Polar Bear.
"Very well," answered King Seaphus, "I will see that yours are
doubled," and he waved the two visitors away with a haughty gesture.
The court page then escorted them to the door.
"You heard what I said," cried the King, turning to the Prime Minister.
"Now go to the General Manager of the Sea Bottom Subway and inform him
of my wishes. Also that he must have an express ready to start for the
Caribbean Sea tomorrow morning without fail."
The Prime Minister bowed respectfully and departed.
"Whew!" exclaimed the King, smiling at Mary Louise and his daughter as
soon as the three were again alone, "if that Star Fish wasn't a walking
encyclopedia! He had everything at his five finger-ends!"
"I think I'll take the same train as the little Star Fish," said Mary
Louise, "for I've never been to the Caribbean Sea and I think it must
be a lovely place."
"May I go with Mary Louise?" asked the Mermaid Princess.
"Well, I don't see why not," answered her father, after a pause, "only
you must get back inside of a fortnight, for your mother will be home
by that time."
"I must see that my mother-of-pearl trunk is packed," said the
Princess. "Come with me, Mary Louise." Then curtseying to the King,
they swam up the water stairway to the room of the little mermaid.
The next morning found Mary Louise and the Mermaid Princess waiting
anxiously at the station for the Iceberg Express. On the platform they
recognized among the passengers their little friend, the Star Fish. In
a few minutes the express thundered into the station. "Watch your
step!" yelled the Polar Bear Porter as he helped Mary Louise and the
Princess on board. Then with a rush and a roar the Iceberg Express
started on its journey for the Mountains of the Sea!