WE WENT FOR A ROW ON THE ORNAMENTAL LAKE.
“Perhaps he will smirkle a mivlet while we are away,” said Ho-Lor.
And I confidently hoped that he might do so, for I was as curious as was the Wallypug to know what the term meant.
Just then we passed a curious little blue island with one tiny house on it, standing in the midst of some curious trees and strangely-shaped rocks. “Let’s go ashore and fish,” suddenly suggested Mi-Hy.
“Oh! yes, do,” cried the Wallypug. “I love fishing; but I’m never allowed to do so in my own land.”
“Why not?” inquired Ho-Lor.
“The fishes object,” replied his Majesty, sadly; “they say that it gives them the tooth-ache.”
“How absurd of them,” said Ho-Lor, sympathetically.