"The Emperor and his court!" he went on, as he looked about him. "Who are these?" He surveyed the sleeping children. "The Duke and Duchess of Hillsborough--nephew and niece of the Emperor," Master answered, giving them titles which clung to Socky and Sue for a twelvemonth. "The first children I've ever seen in the woods except my own," said the white-haired man. Zeb ran around the chair of the Emperor, growling and leaping playfully at Socky and Sue. "The court jester!" said Dunmore, looking down at the dog. He stood a moment with his back to the blazing logs. Then he went to the chair of the Emperor, and put his hand under the chin of little Sue and looked into her face. In half a moment he took her in his arms and sat down by the fireside. The child was yawning wearily. "Heigh-ho!" he exclaimed; "let's away to the Isles of Rest." He rocked back and forth as he held her against his breast and sang this lullaby: "Jack Tot was as big as a baby's thumb, And his belly could hold but a drop and a crumb, And a wee little sailor was he--Heigh-ho! A very fine sailor was he. 'He made his boat of a cocoa-nut shell, He sails her at night and he steers her well With the wing of a bumble-bee--Heigh-ho! With the wing of a bumble-bee. 'She is rigged with the hair of a lady's curl, And her lantern is made of a gleaming pearl, And it never goes out in a gale--Heigh-ho! It never goes out in a gale. 'Her mast is made of a very long thorn, She calls her crew with a cricket's horn, And a spider spun her sail--Heigh-ho! A spider he spun her sail. 'She carries a cargo of baby souls, And she crosses the terrible nightmare shoals On her way to the Isles of Rest--Heigh-ho! We're off for the Isles of Rest. 'And often they smile as the good ship sails-- Then the skipper is telling incredible tales With many a merry jest--Heigh-ho! He's fond of a merry jest. 'When the little folks yawn they are ready to go, And Jack Tot is lifting his sail--Hee-hoo! In the swell how the little folks nod--He-hoo! Just see how the little folks nod. 'And some have sailed off when the sky was black, And the poor little sailors have never come back, But have steered for the City of God--Heigh-ho! The beautiful City of God!"