On passing the clump of trees and evergreens, which obstructed their view, they discovered the Little Panjandrum, in a great state of agitation, hiding behind the official Umbrella, his body-attendant lying prone on the ground in a state of abject fear; while the rest of the suite, having cast aside their musical instruments, were rushing away, shouting lustily. On the opposite side of the path stood a few of the prehistoric creatures which accompanied the children on their excursion to the Crystal Palace. They were looking at the Little Panjandrum with a mild surprise, and seemed quite at a loss to know what all the hullabaloo was about. [Illustration: The Little Panjandrum and suite are alarmed.] "Gulla--hubly--olla--bolee!" shouted the Little Panjandrum, pointing to the animals with his umbrella. "Oh, they're all right, your Importance," said the Dodo; "they are friends of mine." "Friends, indeed!" exclaimed the Ambassador, coming from where he had been hiding behind a tree. "Pretty friends! What do you call the creatures?" "Oh, there's the Archaeopteryx, you know, and the Eteraedarium, and the Palaeo----" "Stop! stop!" interrupted the Ambassador, as each of the animals mentioned bowed gravely. "I absolutely decline to know creatures with names like _those_. I'm sure they are not respectable, and I'm not at all sure, even now, that they are not dangerous; however, I shall know how to deal with _them_ presently. The penalty for alarming the Little Panjandrum is a very severe one." And he frowned very sternly at the creatures, who looked rather uncomfortable, and waddled off in the direction of the lake, whispering together in a decidedly scared way. "You didn't tell me you had all these hideous objects with you," continued the Ambassador, addressing the Dodo. "I thought you knew," stammered the unlucky bird; "they are prehistoric, you know," he added, apologetically. [Illustrastion: There was some consolation, he was allowed to wear his gloves.] "That only makes it worse," declared the Ambassador. "In that case they ought to be dead, every one of them, ever so long ago. They have no right to be prowling about at a highly-respectable place like the Crystal Palace. No wonder there's nobody about; they've frightened them away, that's what it is. And you're to blame as much as anybody for bringing them here." "I didn't!" gasped the Dodo. "You did," said the Ambassador, emphatically. "You said they were your friends; so they _must_ have come with you. And I'll tell you what, in order to prevent you from picking up any more undesirable acquaintances, you shall just commence your duties as Umbrella Bearer at once," and, untying the ribbons by which the Little Panjandrum's attendant was attached to His Importance, the Ambassador, bringing forth a heavy pair of chains from his capacious pockets, proceeded to chain the Dodo up to the Little Panjandrum's waistband.