“I mean, how are you?” explained the Wallypug.
“You mean what am I, I suppose?” said the little man, putting on a puzzled expression.
“No, I don’t,” said the Wallypug. “I mean just what I say—How are you?”
“But I don’t understand,” replied Ho-Lor. “How am I what?”
“His Majesty the Wallypug of Why,” I explained, “wishes to say, that he hopes you are quite well.”
His Majesty swaggered across the bridge to where the three little blue people stood in a line to receive us.— [Page 112].
Wallypugland.
“Oh! I beg your pardon” said Ho-Lor. “How very stupid of me. But you know, the fact is, we get such a lot of foreigners down here, and they do ask such funny questions. A Frenchman we caught the other day actually asked me how I carried myself. Wasn’t it rude of him—considering my weight too?”