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“Of course,” he said, “the men-servants.
can do nothing. I understand that; but
couldn't the Queen let them out, papa ?”

He was very sorry to go, after having just
become acquainted with so many new crea-
tures in their own homes; but he had to
return to his own.

When his aunt came up to see him at bed-
time, he had been thinking a great deal about
them.

“Aunt,” he said, “the God that made all
the live beasts and birds in the Zoological
Gardens must be a very great God. I did
not know He was so great till this afternoon.
But I am sure He must be unhappy to see
them shut up like that. He never shuts any
one up, and nobody can like it. When I’m
a man, and go in my own ship to Iceland,
and India, and Arabia, I mean to take them
all back with me—that’s what I mean. to do!
Oh! I wish some one would let them know I
was coming !” |