At first it tasted very good, But pretty soon he cried: 'Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I greatly fear I have a pain inside. I quite forgot to chew my food-- I won't forget again. Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! What shall I do? I have a dreadful pain!' When Frances saw the tears run down-- They made a little pool-- She lifted up the spotted pup And set him on a stool. 'Sit there', said she, 'I won't be long'. The puppy cried, 'Alack!' But Frances said, 'Be patient, now, I'll very soon be back.' Away she ran, and back she came, She wasn't gone a minute. She had a bottle in her hand, And there was something in it. 'Take this,' said she, 'and you will be Much better very soon.' And then she gave him pepsin in A large-sized table-spoon. And pretty soon, as Frances said, The pain had gone away. 'Bow-wow! Bow-wow! I'm better now,' The spotted pup did say. And then by every means he knew, By voice and attitude, The spotted puppy did his best To show his gratitude. So Frances patted him, and said: 'Now, don't forget again To chew your dinner, or you'll have Another dreadful pain.' 'I won't,' said he. 'Whate'er it be: Oatmeal or soup or suet, I never will forget again To chew and chew and chew it.' For, Oh! For, Oh! There surely is no question, That if you gobble your meals too fast You'll have the indigestion." CHAPTER X THE ARCHBISHOP Hardly had they finished the last chorus, when they heard once more the clank of the Court Crier's bell, and there were the Court Crier, himself, and all the courtiers running up the hill to join them. The King turned to fly, when Lobsterneck, with a sudden snort, straightened himself up, and stretching out his long neck, began sniffing the breeze. "What is it, Six-foot?" asked Coco Bolo. Without waiting to reply, the dragon bolted into his tower and up the stairway, when, no sooner had he reached the top than he clapped his fore-paws to his mouth and began bellowing like a cow. At the very first bellow all the dog-fish down in the bay began to bark, while Periwinkle, excitedly jumping about, joined in the chorus, though he had not the least idea what he was barking about. "What is it, Lobsterneck?" shouted the King. "Who's coming?" "Can't tell yet," the dragon shouted back. "All I can see is the upper half of a mast with a big gray cat sitting on top of it." "A cat!" cried the King. "Then it must be the Archbishop." "The Archbishop of Timbuctoo-and-a-half?" asked Margaret. "Yes, the Archbishop of Timbuctoo-and-a-half. He promised to drop in to-day. He's cruising around on his private raft."