“I’ve come about the situation,” said the bird, smoothing his gloves consequentially.
The boy exploded into a fit of laughter. “Oh, come in!” he cried. “This is better than a circus—come in—I’ll tell the Governor you’re here.” And the Dodo was ushered into a room where two or three gentlemen were sitting at high desks.
“Who is it, Perkins?” said one of the gentlemen.
“Some one about the situation, Sir,” said Perkins, stuffing his handkerchief into his mouth to prevent himself laughing aloud.
The gentlemen all turned around and stared at the Dodo.
“Why, it’s a bird!” cried one.
“Of course it is; what else did you expect I was?” said the Dodo. “Are you A. B. C.?”
“No—no,” stammered the man. “I’m the Head Clerk, though, and—I——”
“I’ve no time to waste with Head Clerks,” said the Dodo. “Just go and tell A. B. C. I’m here, will you?”