“Now then, what’s all this noise about?” he demanded.
“We want to get out, if you please,” said the Wallypug.
“Where are your tickets,” demanded the station-master.
“We are very sorry,” I began in explanation.
“Hold your tongue, and speak when you are spoken to,” interrupted the station-master.
“Where are your tickets?”
“They haven’t any,” explained the porter officiously. “They are trying to defraud the company.”
“H’m, funny-looking lot of people, too,” remarked the station-master. “Who are they, do you know?”
“That,” said the porter, pointing to his Majesty, “says he is the Wallypug.”
“What! that color!” objected the station-master. “The Wallypug! Indeed, what nonsense!”