clasped his hands.
"Well, I can do that for you in the shake of a rabbit's tail," said his Majesty. "How many would you like?"
"Enough," answered Barty, rather timidly, because he was so afraid he might be asking too much, "enough to play circus, so that I could be the ring-master. I've so often wanted to be a ring-master, and once I dreamed I was one."
The Noah's Ark Rabbit put his hand into a pocket under his long white fur, and he drew out a tiny whip.
"Take that and crack it as loud as ever you can, and see what will happen," he commanded.