"Ah!"
"If I carried monsieur over, he might have some—ah—substitutes fitted on."
"A capital idea!" exclaimed Harvey; "over with him." And before Mole could remonstrate, he was hoisted to the porter's shoulders, and trotted across the street.
Great was the joy of the Parisian gamins at having such a sight provided for their amusement.
Mole, however, bravely bore the chaff, half of which he did not understand.
The maker of artificial limbs soon fitted poor Mole with a pair of legs.
But alas!
No sooner had he stood upon them than his friends burst out in a loud laugh.
"What is the matter with you?" demanded Mr. Mole, who felt inclined to stand on his dignity as well as on his new legs.
"Ha, ha, ha!"