When we arrived at my headquarters, after I know not how many days, and emerged from our close confinement it was early in the morning. But my father and the Meebhoy were ready to welcome us.
"Sorra one av ye," said the fine old Meebhoy, "did I ever expect to see in this vale of sorrow, where the schemes of the wicked are like a butter-slide in a pantomime. But I guess you've put the thing through, my son and there's nane ither of a' that come ben the hoose that could have played Billy the Baker's Boy with the Ranee's Pink Hippo."
The Ranee was of course deposed, and the Meebhoy was installed in her place. He offered me the command of his army and a salary of two hundred laks a year. But I had had enough of the country, and soon afterwards left for England, taking the sacred animal with me. Unfortunately, however, it died at sea of home-sickness, and had to be consigned to the deep in latitude 25°1, longitude 42°3, I had grown quite attached to the poor beast, and it used to follow me about like a dog, making all kinds of funny noises to express its affection for me, and eating out of my hand with remarkable tameness. Its loss was a great blow to me.
[THE END.]
THINGS BETTER LEFT UNSAID.
Husband and Host (waking up from postprandial snooze). "What—going? Oh, I'm afraid you must have found it very dull. I've got a dreadful habit of Napping after Dinner!"
Guest. "Dull, my dear Fellow? It's never dull here when you're Asleep!"