So soon, therefore, as the moon arose, behold Balibouzik the Squinter on his way towards the common, carrying a little fork in his hand. The Korils saw him, ran to meet him, and demanded whether he would dance. Perr consented, after making the same conditions as Benead, and joined the dancing company of little black men, who were all engaged in chanting the refrain which Guilcher had increased:
“Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday.”
“Wait!” cried the tailor, seized with sudden inspiration; “I also will add something to your song.”
“Add, add!” replied the Korils.
And all once more exclaimed,
“Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday.”
They stopped, and Balibouzik stammered out alone,
“And the Sun—Sun—Sunday too.”