She takes bag and baggage, and glou, glou, glou she takes her place between friend Fox and my friend Ladder.
And "Quack, quack, quack," Drakestail is off again singing.
A little further on he meets comrade Wasp's-nest, maneuvering his wasps.
"Well, good-morning, friend Drakestail," said comrade Wasp's-nest, "where are we bound for, so spruce and fresh?"
"I am going to the king for what he owes me."
"Oh! take me with thee!"
Drakestail said to himself, "One can't have too many friends." Aloud says he: "I will, but then with your battalion to drag along, you will soon be tired. Make yourself quite small, go into my throat—get into my gizzard, and I will carry you."
"By Jove! that's a good idea!" says comrade Wasp's-nest.
And left file! he takes the same road to join the others with all his party. There was not much room, but by closing up a bit they managed. And Drakestail is off again singing.
He arrived thus at the capital, and threaded his way straight up the High Street, still running and singing, "Quack, quack, quack, when shall I get my money back?" to the great astonishment of the good folks, till he came to the king's palace.