“There, there, old chappie, don’t cry.”
Hyde (huskily): “When I think of the sand and the worms, I can’t help it.”
“Don’t think about them. Tell us about the Palace Mahomé in which you lived.”
Hyde: “It was very beautiful—flowers, fountains, fruit, and baccy as much as I could consoom.”
Hyde’s pronunciation is somewhat faulty, but I excuse this by saying that poor Androde has not sufficient air in his sand-choked lungs to pronounce clearly.
Fig. 1.—Fake ventriloquism.
“And there were birds, were there not?”
Hyde (sadly): “The air was thick with them, noble lord.”
“Can you recall the note of the Timbuctoo owl?”