"Well, it isn't me," grumbled the Lion, "that's certain."
Christine peeped over the shoulder of Ridgwell's golden tunic.
"It's like us," said Christine, "but yet it isn't us at all."
"That is what people always say when they see their own photographs for the first time," observed the Lion wisely. "Ha!" broke off the Lion, "here come the dogs."
"Have you placed the two long troughs at the far end for them?" demanded the Lion.
"Yes," chorussed the little lions.
"What have you filled them with?" questioned the Lion.
"Finest mutton and chicken bones in one," laughed Carry-on-Merry, "water in the other."
"Have you remembered their special strip of comfortable carpet?" asked the Lion anxiously.
"It's there," grinned Carry-on-Merry.