The Gopher almost fell off his stool. He whispered to Tommy, "Tell him not to talk about my ticket."
But before Tommy could deliver the message, the Monkeys began bringing the soup in on trays, and placed a plate full in front of each one at table. The Gopher seized his plate and lifted it greedily to his face and swallowed all at one gulp. Then he threw the plate under the table, and began snapping his fingers loudly, just as if he had not been served at all.
"You must not do that," remonstrated Tommy.
"Oh yes, I must," said the Gopher. And then he held up both hands and snapped all fingers.
"What dreadful table manners the Gopher has," said the little boy to the ex-Pirate. "Did you see what he did?"
"Yes," answered the latter. "It was very reprehensible. Worse than anything I ever saw. Worse than the Bishop of Shinnikoree."
"The Arch-Bishop," put in the Sheep.
"Arch-Bishop nothing," retorted the ex-Pirate. "He was only a Bishop."
"But he is an Arch-Bishop now," persisted the Sheep.
"He's dead now," retorted the ex-Pirate.