“Work thy will, Doctor.”
“Then the Doctor took a bottle out of his basket, and began to dance and sing round Mince Pye,—
“I have a little bottle by my side,
“The fame of which spreads far and wide;
“Drop a drop on this poor man’s nose.”
“And with that Mince Pye jumped up as well as ever.”
“But that wasn’t all?” said Carl. “What else?”
“That was not quite all,” said the stocking, “for another man came in, with a great basket of dolls at his back and a tall red cap on his head. And he sang, too,—
“‘Oh! in come I, little saucy Jack,