"Dear me. It's his paw that's hurt," said the Healer, and indeed this was not difficult to see, for the Stork had already laid down upon the table the broken paw of the Confectioner.
The Healer lit a candle, took his sealing-wax, and set to work.
Outside an agitated crowd had assembled.
Every one seemed to be crying and wailing.
Already in the crowd there were newsboys selling accounts of the latest disaster to the Wigs.
In the great square hundreds of frenzied people, at the risk of losing their shoes or their heads, danced frantically round and round.
"What misery, what misery," murmured every one in the kitchen, gazing at the mask called "Supreme Sorrow," which the Chief Contractor had placed over his face.
There were Newsboys selling Accounts of the Latest Disaster to the Wigs