'Punishment by death!' echoed the sailor-boy.
Thereupon the Gollywog made a spring upwards to the shelf, and the poor little gentle doll gave a shriek and lost her balance, and fell head first on to the floor, where she was smashed to pieces.
When the shopgirls came again in the morning, the one who had served the lady found her lying there with her pretty wax face all broken.
'Oh dear,' she said, 'how careless of me! She fell off the shelf, to be sure; I remember seeing her fall down when I took away the other doll. I ought to have put her back.'
But the Gollywog, who had returned safely to his own corner, chuckled to himself silently.