dear! where are my wits? Let me see—the tiger was in the Brahman, and the cage came walking by—no, that's not it, either! Well, don't mind me, but begin your dinner, for I shall never understand!"
"Yes, you shall!" returned the tiger, in a rage at the jackal's stupidity; "I'll make you understand! Look here—I am the tiger——"
"Yes, my lord!"
"And that is the Brahman——"
"Yes, my lord!"
"And that is the cage——"
"Yes, my lord!"
"And I was in the cage—do you understand?"
"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 be 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!"
