"It doesn't hurt a bit!" the Sentinel said with some indignation. "Look! It's like this!" And he pricked up his ears like two railway signals.
Sylvie gently explained matters. I'm afraid we ca'n't manage it," she said in a low voice. "I'm very sorry: but our ears haven't got the right" she wanted to say "machinery" in Doggee: but she had forgotten the word, and could only think of "steam-engine."
The Sentinel repeated Sylvie's explanation to the King.
"Can't prick up their ears without a steam-engine!" His Majesty exclaimed. "They must be curious creatures! I must have a look at them!" And he came out of his Kennel, and walked solemnly up to the children.
What was the amazement——not to say the horror——of the whole assembly, when Sylvie actually patted His Majesty on the head, while Bruno seized his long ears and pretended to tie them together under his chin!
The Sentinel groaned aloud: a beautiful Greyhound——who appeared to be one of the Ladies in Waiting——fainted away: and all the
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