“He says that your ”hard labor” sentence is, to carry the State Umbrella in future, and that you are to commence your duties in one hour from now; in the meantime you may consider yourself at liberty till then.”
The Ambassador followed after the Little Panjandrum, and the children gathered around the poor Dodo, full of sympathy for his misfortunes.
"'Go it, Dodo!' cried the Palæotherium."
“Have they gone?” whispered the Prehistoric Doctor, coming forward from behind a bush, behind which he had been hiding.
“Yes,” said Marjorie. “Isn’t it a shame the poor Dodo should always be getting into hot water?”
“Never mind,” said the Doctor; “I’ve found something that will make him happy. Look here!”
The Dodo raised himself up from the ground, and gave an inquiring glance at the Doctor who held out a pair of boxing-gloves.
“Oh! what beauties!” said the Dodo. “How fat they are! Are they for me?”