He gave a shove to the drum, which skated off to the door where two donkeys stood side by side. One donkey could certainly never have supported the Healer, therefore he had to have two, and between them was fastened a comfortable arm-chair. The page came back trailing a large cloak behind him, made of the leaves of aromatic herbs. When the Healer had put it on he looked like a mound entirely covered with ivy. The bag which he carried slung on his right-hand side was almost hidden by his cloak, so was that on his left. Upon one of these, which contained little bottles and boxes, one could just read the word "Medicines," and upon the other "Rewards to be taken after medicine." * * * * * The Healer continued to call out "Where are they, where are they?" gazing everywhere through his large single eyeglass, which was so big he could look through it with both eyes at once. [Illustration: BETWEEN THEM WAS FASTENED A COMFORTABLE ARM-CHAIR] He drew near to the plant behind which Smaly and Redy were hiding, and just as it seemed as though he must discover them, they managed to hide themselves beneath the folds of his cloak. They were only just in time. * * * * * The Chief Contractor, the Crow, and the Despoiler, followed by several Wigs, now came in. "Where are they?" cried the Healer, turning towards them. "Here is the first of them," answered the Chief Contractor, pointing to the Confectioner, who was being supported by Mistigris and Papylick; and Smaly and Redy, peeping out from beneath the cloak, began to understand that the Healer was not searching for them, but for sick people. "Dear me. It's his paw that's hurt," said the Healer, and indeed this was not difficult to see, for the Stork had already laid down upon the table the broken paw of the Confectioner. The Healer lit a candle, took his sealing-wax, and set to work. * * * * * Outside an agitated crowd had assembled. Every one seemed to be crying and wailing. Already in the crowd there were newsboys selling accounts of the latest disaster to the Wigs. In the great square hundreds of frenzied people, at the risk of losing their shoes or their heads, danced frantically round and round. "What misery, what misery," murmured every one in the kitchen, gazing at the mask called "Supreme Sorrow," which the Chief Contractor had placed over his face. [Illustration: THERE WERE NEWSBOYS SELLING ACCOUNTS OF THE LATEST DISASTER TO THE WIGS] "Who on earth will rebuild the market square?" muttered the Young Stork, gently closing up with his nail some little holes which he had discovered in the back of the Despoiler. [Illustration: THE HEALER HAD FINISHED HIS MENDING] "Well, in the first place, who is going to draw the plans?" asked the Despoiler. "We don't need any plans," answered Papylick.