“Too much! too much!” screamed the Cockatoo angrily. “Down with the Wallypug, down with the barbers, down with everybody and everything.”
“Hold your tongue,” shouted the Husher. “Well, what shall we say to the Wallypug’s petition,” he continued, addressing the meeting.
There was a great argument in which everybody seemed to take part at once, and, at last, it was decided that the Wallypug should wait until the short hair grew the same length as the other, and then he might have it all cut together.
Girlie thought this did not seem a very satisfactory arrangement for the Wallypug, and she felt quite sorry for him when, sighing disconsolately, and pulling his crown over his head, he sat meekly down on the throne again, looking very unhappy.
“Now,” said the Husher briskly, “I beg to propose that the Wallypug invites us all to dinner.”
“Hear, hear!” shouted all the animals.
“Oh! please, no,” said the Wallypug nervously. “My cook would be so very angry with me; he can’t bear me to bring a lot of people home unexpectedly.”
However, the animals would take no denial, so the poor Wallypug left the hall to make arrangements with his cook while the rest of the company went home to dress for dinner, leaving Girlie alone in the room.