THE LITTLE PANJANDRUM AT LAST.
“The Little Panjandrum!” exclaimed Marjorie, “I shall be glad to see him at last. What is he like?”
“Oh! don’t bother me about him,” cried the Dodo, impatiently; “he’s all right as Panjandrums go, I suppose, but I don’t want to get into his clutches again, I can tell you.”
“Don’t you, indeed?” remarked a voice, sarcastically. “Well, His Importance is particularly anxious to see you again, anyhow.”
The Dodo gasped, and the children turning around beheld the Little Panjandrum’s Ambassador.
“Hullo! you here, too?” he continued, when he recognized them. “Well, I must say, you have been long enough bringing this wretched bird along.”
“I think you ought to be very grateful to us for having done so at all,” said Dick, boldly. “What are you going to do with him now you have got him?”
“H’m! that remains to be seen,” said the Ambassador, pursing his lips up tightly, and staring at the Dodo severely.
