"Please, Hugh John," said Toady Lion, "I'se welly solly I broked your cannon. I bringed you mine supper. Will 'oo forgive me?"
"All right, old chap," said the generous hero of battles instantly, "that's all right! Let's have a jolly feed!"
So on the garden seat they sat down with the fish-cover propped between them, and ate their suppers fraternally and happily out of one dish, using the oldest implements invented for the purpose by the human race.
CHAPTER XXX
SAINT PRISSY, PEACEMAKER.
