“Shall we get them down?” asked the other, whose name was Mi-Hy.
The little fat man regarded us critically, and said nothing for a moment or two, then he nodded his head violently.
“You’re sure you won’t bite?” said Mi-Hy, looking up into my face.
“No, of course not. Don’t be silly,” I replied.
Thereupon, after a great deal of pulling and pushing on the part of Mi-Hy and Gra-Shus, the rods to which we were attached were swung around, and the Wallypug and myself alighted, one on either side of the bank.
His Majesty smoothed his rumpled garments, and, adjusting his crown to a more becoming angle, positively swaggered across the bridge to where the three little blue people stood in a line to receive us.
“This is Ho-Lor,” said Mi-Hy, pushing the little fat man forward, while Gra-Shus bashfully hid behind the ample folds of his gorgeous blue skirts.
“How do you do?” asked his Majesty graciously.
“Do what?” asked Ho-Lor, smilingly.