“What funny things to catch!” exclaimed the Wallypug.
“They are very appropriate things to get from a lake of ink,” said Ho-Lor rather huffily.
“Oh! I’m sure I beg your pardon, I had no idea it was real ink,” said his Majesty, apologetically. “I don’t think we had better fish any longer,” he said putting away his rod. “I hoped to have caught some real fish, you know.”
“Never heard of them. What are they?” asked Ho-Lor.
“Why, things with scales, you know,” exclaimed the Wallypug.
“Oh, you mean weighing machines,” said Mi-Hy.
“No! no! I mean—”
“Hark! what’s that?” said Ho-Lor, putting his hand to his ear.
“Come on! That’s Kis-Smee barking. I expect he has smirkled a mivlet. Come along, hurry up, or we shall be too late.”