“Yes—no— Please, my lord—”
“Well?” cried the Tiger impatiently.
“Please, my lord!—how did you get in?”
“How?—why, in the usual way, of course!”
“Oh, dear me!—My head is beginning to whirl again! Please don’t get angry, my lord, but what is the usual way?”
At this the Tiger lost patience, and, jumping into the cage, cried, “This way! Now do you understand how it was?”
“Perfectly!” grinned the Jackal, as he dexterously shut the door. “And if you will permit me to say so, I think matters will remain as they were!”
THE LAMBIKIN
By Flora Annie Steel
Once upon a time there was a wee wee Lambikin, who frolicked about on his little tottery legs, and enjoyed himself amazingly.