For a Cameloo!’
And she pushed me
Into the sea.
But I reached here just the same!” beamed Miss Smiler.
“Yes, but how?” asked Coppertop, who was so interested by this story that she almost forgot the horrid Samurai.
“Before I answer any more questions,” interrupted Miss Smiler, in a hushed voice, “I’d like to know who that piece of old china is, standing there on guard, like a figure on a teapot?”
“Hush!” cried Coppertop. “Oh, I’ve been terrifikly worried about him.”
“I don’t wonder,” interrupted the Camel, whose manners were not too good. “I should think he’s worried about himself, with such a face!”
“Oh, I don’t mind his face so much,” whispered back Coppertop; “he’s a Samurai of Old Japan, and they all have faces like that!”
“Poor things!” exclaimed the Camel.