The dwarfs uttered a prolonged murmur.
“Well?” they cried all at once.
“Sun—Sunday too,”
repeated the tailor.
“But go on, go on.”
“Sun—Sunday.”
“Well, well, well?”
“Sun—Sunday too!”
The Koril chain was broken up; they ran about as if furious at not being understood.
The poor stammerer, terrified, stood speechless, with his mouth wide open. At length the waves of little black heads grew calmer; they surrounded Balibouzik, and a thousand voices cried at once,