One of the first persons we met was the Crocodile at the Lodge. He looked once or twice at his Majesty, as if in doubt, and then at Kis-Smee.
On seeing the latter his eyes sparkled, and he came up and spoke at once.
“Hullo, Wallypug!” he began unceremoniously.
His Majesty bowed, a little distantly I thought.
“What a fine fat dog!” exclaimed the Crocodile, pointing to Kis-Smee. “Is he for sale?”
“Certainly not,” said the Wallypug.
The Crocodile sighed. “Just my luck,” he remarked, “I love dogs and I should so enjoy taking this one home to tea with me. Perhaps you will let him visit me sometimes. What’s his name?”
“OH! REALLY, WALLYPUG, THIS IS SO SUDDEN.”
“Kis-Smee,” said his Majesty.