The Griffin turned pale.
"Oh! no," implored the Griffin, "not a policeman."
"Well, then, behave," grinned Carry-on-Merry.
"Very well," sulked the Griffin, "as I am not wanted I think I shall go home and give a party to myself."
"Don't go," grinned Carry-on-Merry, "I have thought of something you could do presently."
The Griffin flushed with delight.
"Will it be something grand?" asked the Griffin breathlessly, "something that will show me off, something that will make me talked about, something so big that it won't be like anything else?"
"Rather," grinned Carry-on-Merry; "you bet it won't be like anything else, at least," added Carry-on-Merry truthfully, "it won't be like anything else I have ever known."
"Oh, thank you, thank you," gushed the Griffin. "I could swoon with joy, I feel so overwrought that I shall go to one of the fountains and ask the dear Dolphins for some light refreshment."
"No, you don't," instantly objected Carry-on-Merry, "the dance is nearly over, and the children are all going there immediately; you would only be in the way, but," added Carry-on-Merry, with a wicked twinkle in his eyes, "I have a much finer idea than that."