"Well, Mr. Mole, name somebody," said Monday, in his most insinuating manner.
Mole's only reply was a dissenting growl.
"No."
"Will you, Mr. Harkaway, sar?" he said.
"Well, I will if you like—suppose that we call upon your friend, Sunday?"
"Very good, sar."
And then he set to work.
A walking stick served him as a wand, and this he waved three times slowly and majestically, while he repeated in solemn tones this singular legend—
"Hokus-pokus, popalorum,
Stickstun, stickstun, cockalorum jig."
Thereupon the curtain went back, and lo! Sunday appeared sitting upon a throne of state, robed in a long crimson mantle, which made him look like an emperor.