“Shall I stop?” asked the camel, of the jolly sailorman, turning his long neck around so he could look into the little house on his back.
“Well, who wants to come up here?” inquired Mary.
“If it’s Jiggily Jig, or the pieman, or Simple Simon, let them come,” added Johnny.
“Especially if it’s the pieman,” spoke Tommy, “for I would love a pie now.”
“It isn’t any of them,” said the camel, as he stopped and looked at the person who had called to him. “It’s the old fisherman. Do you want him to come up?”
“Oh, yes,” cried all the children at once, “and perhaps he can fish up something for us to eat,” added Tommy, who was getting hungrier and hungrier.
“Very well,” answered the camel, “come on up, Mr. Fisherman.”
“My! how nice and cosy it is here!” cried the old fisherman. “And how glad I am to see you all! Isn’t it fine to ride on a camel?”
“It is,” agreed Johnny.
“And it would be nicer if we had something to eat,” put in Tommy.