You're the prisoner, and you've pleaded guilty,--at least, you've confessed your crime.

Queen Sandy, get into that throne,--never mind if it is upset,--set it up again.

Grand Sandjandrum, take your place on that mussed up sand heap.
You two other chaps,--stand one each side of the prisoner as sentinels.
I'll conduct this case, and Queen Sandy will pronounce the sentence.
It's us Maynards that Hester Corey seems to have a grudge against, so it's up to us Maynards to take charge of the case.

Prisoner, stand on that board there." "I won't do it!" snapped Hester, and the red locks shook vigorously.
"You will do it," said King, quietly, and for some reason or other Hester quailed before his glance, and then meekly stood where he told her to.
"Have you anything to say for yourself ?" King went on.

"Any excuse to offer for such a mean, hateful piece of work ?" Hester sulked a minute, then she said: "Yes, I was mad at you, because you all have such good times, and wouldn't let me in them." "What do you mean by that?
You never asked to come in." "I did.