“It’s dud of your busidess,” replied A. Fish, Esq., shortly.
“Oh! isn’t it,” said the Cockatoo furiously. “I’ll soon show you whether it’s none of my business or not. To begin with, the Wallypug and the headless traitor”—
“Do you mean me?” I interrupted, “because I am not headless yet, you know.”
“Headless, or hatless, it’s all the same,” said the Cockatoo, “you might as well run about without your head for all the good it is to you,” she added insolently2. “Well you two are escaped prisoners,” she ran on, “and I shall see that you are locked up again, so there.”
“What was?” yelled the bird.
“What I said about a ’horse a horse, my kingdom for a horse!’ you know,” said the Wallypug.
“Why don’t you say what you mean then?” cried the Cockatoo. “Well, I shall have you locked up anyhow. Here, Crocodile,” she shouted, “just come and arrest these creatures will you?”
“Shan’t!” replied a voice from within; “who are you ordering about. If you want them arrested, do it yourself. I’m not going to do as you tell me, so there! besides, all the prisoners have been set free that Madame sentenced, you know that well enough?”
“Yah! Down with him, down with Crocodiles; down with pale-blue Wallypugs and hatless men; down with fishes of all sorts. Down with everybody and everything; down with——.”
We did not stop to hear any more of her ravings, but passed through and up into the Doctor-in-Law’s old rooms.
We found him looking very weak and ill, but he recognized us all, and held out his hand to the Wallypug, who told him encouragingly that he would soon be well again.
“Yes, ad thed I’ll teach you elocutiod for dothig,” promised A. Fish, Esq.
The Doctor-in-Law smiled faintly, and whispered that what was keeping him back most was the thought of the heavy doctor’s bill which he would have to pay when he got better.
The good-natured little Wallypug made him very happy by promising4 to pay this amount for him, and we left the little man looking very much brighter than when we entered.
The rest of the morning was spent in his Majesty’s private apartments, discussing all sorts of plans for the future, for, as the Wallypug very properly remarked, now that the Mother-in-Law had gone he should have a freer hand in the administration of affairs.
A. Fish, Esq., busied himself in preparing an elaborate lecture, which he said he would deliver in public on the morrow, on the “Unreasonableness of Misunderstandability,” and which would, he hoped, clearly explain away the mistake which had been made, in accusing his Majesty of treason, in connection with his unfortunate recitation of “A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!”
While we were thus busily engaged there came an impatient tap-tap-tapping at the door, and on opening it we beheld the Crow looking more disreputably untidy than ever. He carried a large bundle of papers and a quill5 pen. “Ahem!” he began importantly, “I call on behalf of the Daily Whyer a new paper which I have just established, and which I am happy to say has already an enormous circulation in Why. It is very cheap (four copies for a penny), and contains an enormous amount of totally unreliable information; besides which there is a page devoted6 to domestic matters, highly interesting to ladies, and includes receipts for artistically7 furnishing your house with old tea chests and soap boxes, painted with enamel8 and draped with art muslin; there are also several poems weekly on the subject of ‘Baby’s Little Socks,’ which are immensely popular with some people, here is one of them,” he cried, turning to the back page of his paper, a copy of which he had with him.
“Oh! the baby’s little socks,
Darling baby’s little socks;
When the kettle’s softly steaming,
When the firelight’s glow is gleaming,
And I’m sitting idly dreaming,
Whisper gently, ‘baby’s socks.’
“Oh the darling little socks;
Baby’s baby’s little socks;
Little feet that pitter-patter,
Tittle tongues—but there—no matter,
Let’s get back to baby’s socks.”
“There,” he concluded triumphantly10, “what do you think of that?”
“Well, I don’t wish to be rude,” I remarked, “but I certainly think it’s the greatest rubbish I’ve ever heard in all my life.”
“Rubbish!” he exclaimed, “Why all the ladies who read the Daily Whyer think it beautiful. I have to get the same gentleman to write verses like that nearly every day.”
“Do you mean to tell me,” I replied, “that a man writes such twaddle as that.”
“Oh! you’re jealous, that’s what’s the matter with you. A man write them? of course he does.”
“And do you pay him for these precious contributions,” I exclaimed in surprise.
“I promise to pay him ever so much a year,” said the Crow, “but—er—ahem—I have a very bad memory. I have several contributors whom I pay on the same system, it’s a very cheap way,” he sniffled. “I’ve copied it from a contemporary.”
“Well, we’re very busy just dow,” said A. Fish, Esq., “would you bind11 telling us your busidess ad goig, because we wandt to ged to work agaid.”
“Oh! to tell you the truth,” said the Crow, “I wanted to know if the Wallypug would let me print an interview with him in to-morrow’s paper. You have just returned from Wer-har-wei, I believe, haven’t you; I was sitting on the signal post at the station just now and saw you arrive. I think my readers would be very interested in hearing your impressions of the country.”
I took his Majesty aside and pointed12 out to him that very possibly an interview with him appearing in the paper would have a good effect on his people, and he could use it as a means of advertising13 the reforms he intended making in the government of the land; and his Majesty agreeing with me on the point, he seated himself comfortably in his own particular chair, and the Crow, perching on the back of another, the interview began.
“Let’s see,” said the Crow, making a great spluttering with his pen, which was cross-nibbed and broken. “When were you born?”
“Well, really,” said his Majesty, “I, er—was so young at the time that I scarcely remember.”
“Oh, well, I’ll put it down as Y. D. 987; that will do as well as any other date.”
“Year of disgrace,” was the prompt reply. “Bless me! this must be a Post Office pen,” he went on, as the pen scattered15 the ink about in all directions. “They are always bad, you know.” Then, having asked the Wallypug no end of questions, not only about our journey, but on all sorts of private matters also, the wretched-looking bird gathered up his papers, which were covered with unintelligible16 blots17 and scratches and scattered in all parts of the room, and, tucking them under his wing, departed, to have the matter set up in print.
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