CHAPTER XII.
BACK AGAIN AT WHY.
Kis-smee was overjoyed to get out of the train, and eagerly strained at the chain which his Majesty had affixed to his collar, in his endeavor to get through the barrier.
The porter, however, who pretended not to know us, demanded our tickets.
“It’s all right,” said his Majesty, smilingly. “I’m the Wallypug, you know.”
“Nonsense,” said the porter. “The Wallypug was ugly enough, goodness knows, but he hadn’t a blue face like you; besides, Wallypug or no Wallypug, you don’t get through here without a ticket, I can tell you.”
Here was a pretty pickle. We had not thought in the least about tickets, and in fact had no idea that any would be required.
“I certainly shan’t let you pass the barrier without,” said the porter, in answer to our explanations.