The apartments occupied by the Six Snubnosed Princesses were so magnificent that when Trot first entered them, led by her haughty captors, she thought they must be the most beautiful rooms in the world. There was a long and broad reception room, with forty-seven windows in it, and opening out of it were six lovely bedchambers, each furnished in the greatest luxury. Adjoining each sleeping room was a marble bath, and each Princess had a separate boudoir and a dressing room. The furnishings were of the utmost splendor, blue-gold and blue gems being profusely used in the decorations, while the divans and chairs were of richly carved bluewood upholstered in blue satins and silks. The draperies were superbly embroidered, and the rugs upon the marble floors were woven with beautiful scenes in every conceivable shade of blue.  
When they first reached the reception room, Princess Azure cast herself upon a divan while her five sisters sat or reclined in easy chairs with their heads thrown back and their blue chins scornfully elevated. Trot, who was much annoyed at the treatment she had received, did not hesitate to seat herself also in a big easy chair.
 
"Slave!" cried Princess Cerulia, "Fetch me a mirror."
 
"Slave!" cried Princess Turquoise, "A lock of my hair is loosened; bind it up."
 
"Slave!" cried Princess Cobalt, "Unfasten my shoes; they're too tight."
 
"Slave!" cried Princess Sapphire, "Bring hither my box of blue chocolates."
 
"Slave!" cried Princess Azure, "Stand by my side and fan me."
 
"Slave!" cried Princess Indigo, "Get out of that chair. How dare you sit in our presence?"
 
"If you're saying all those things to me," replied Trot, "you may as well save your breath. I'm no slave." And she cuddled down closer in the chair.
 
"You ARE a slave!" shouted the six all together.
 
"I'm not!"
 
"Our father, the Revered and Resplendent Royal Ruler of the Blues, has made you our slave," asserted Indigo with a yawn.
 
"But he can't," objected the little girl. "I'm some Royal an' Rapturous an' Ridic'lous myself, an' I won't allow any cheap Boolooroo to order me 'round."
 
"Are you of royal birth?" asked Azure, seeming surprised.
 
"Royal! Why, I'm an American, Snubnoses, and if there's anything royaler than an American, I'd like to know what it is."
 
The Princesses seemed uncertain what reply to make to this speech and began whispering together. Finally, Indigo said to Trot, "We do not think it matters what you were in your own country, for having left there you have forfeited your rank. By recklessly intruding into our domain, you have become a slave, and being a slave you must obey us or suffer the consequences."
 
"What cons'quences?" asked the girl.
 
"Dare to disobey us and you will quickly find out," snapped Indigo, swaying her head from side to side on its long, swan-like neck like the pendulum of a clock.
 
"I don't want any trouble," said Trot gravely. "We came to Sky Island by mistake and wanted to go right away again; but your father wouldn't let us. It isn't our fault we're still here, an' I'm free to say you're a very dis'gree'ble an' horrid lot of people with no manners to speak of, or you'd treat us nicely."
 
"No impertinence!" cried Indigo savagely.
 
"Why, it's the truth," replied Trot.
 
Indigo made a rush and caught Trot by both shoulders. The Princess was twice the little girl's size, and she shook her victim so violently that Trot's teeth rattled together. Then Princess Cobalt came up and slapped one side of the slave's face, and Princess Turquoise ran forward and slapped the other side. Cerulia gave Trot a push one way, and Sapphire pushed her the other way, so the little girl was quite out of breath and very angry when finally her punishment ceased. She had not been much hurt, though, and she was wise enough to understand that these Princesses were all cruel and vindictive, so that her safest plan was to pretend to obey them.
 
"Now then," commanded Princess Indigo, "go and feed my little blue dog that crows like a rooster."
 
"And feed my pretty blue cat that sings like a bird," said Princess Azure.
 
"And feed my soft, blue lamb that chatters like a monkey," said Princess Cobalt.
 
"And feed my poetic blue parrot that barks like a dog," said Princess Sapphire.
 
"And feed my fuzzy blue rabbit that roars like a lion," said Princess Turquoise.
 
"And feed my lovely blue peacock that mews like a cat," said Princess Cerulia.
 
"Anything else?" asked Trot, drawing a long breath.
 
"Not until you have properly fed our pets," replied Azure with a scowl.
 
"What do they eat, then?"
 
"Meat!"
 
"Milk!"
 
"Clover!"
 
"Seeds!"
 
"Bread!"
 
"Carrots!"
 
"All right," said Trot, "where do you keep the menagerie?"
 
"Our pets are in our boudoirs," said Indigo harshly. "What a little fool you are!"
 
"Perhaps," said Trot, pausing as she was about to leave the room, "when I grow up I'll be as big a fool as any of you."
 
Then she ran away to escape another shaking, and in the first boudoir she found the little blue dog curled up on a blue cushion in a corner. Trot patted his head gently, and this surprised the dog, who was accustomed to cuffs and kicks. So he licked Trot's hand and wagged his funny little tail and then straightened up and crowed like a rooster. The girl was delighted with the queer doggie, and she found some meat in a cupboard and fed him out of her hand, patting the tiny creature and stroking his soft blue hair. The doggie had never in h............