“‘Why don’t you set a trap for him?’ asked Hokey Pokey.
“‘I have set fifty-nine traps,’ replied the confectioner, ‘but he is so strong that he breaks them all.’
“‘Poison him,’ suggested Hokey Pokey.
“‘He dislikes poison,’ said the confectioner, ‘and will not take it in any form.’
“‘In that case,’ said Hokey Pokey, ‘leave him to me. Go away, and hide yourself for a few minutes, and all will be well.’
“The confectioner thanked him warmly.”
“The confectioner retired behind a large screen, having first showed Hokey Pokey the hole of the Rat King, which was certainly a very large one. Hokey Pokey sat down by the hole, with his mallet in his hand, and said in a squeaking voice,—
‘Ratly King! Kingly Rat!