“How do you do?” I began.  
The little fellow bowed and smiled and brought a of paper and a pencil.
 
On the paper he wrote, “Quite well thanks, how are you?” and added the words, “Can I be of any service to you?”
 
I pondered a moment, and then that he would be a capital medium of communication between the Wallypug and myself.
 
“Do you know where the stocks are?” I inquired.
 
Mr. Nobody nodded vigorously.
 
“His the Wallypug is there,” I ventured.
 
 
Mr. Nobody nodded again very energetically, and I could see that he knew all about it. Moreover he wrote on his paper, “Poor Wallypug!” and looked most sympathetic.
 
“Would you like to help him?” I inquired.
 
The little man nodded again, and seemed quite delighted at the .
 
Handing him the half of the Gombobble which I had reserved for his Majesty, I said, “Take this to the Wallypug immediately and, if he is quite alone, tell him to eat it all, and on no account to tell any one how he became of it.”
 
Mr. Nobody nodded to show that he understood, and, taking the piece of Gombobble, he squeezed through the bars of my cell, and was soon running off in the direction of the stocks.
 
I awaited his return with some anxiety, and was delighted to see when he did come back, that his face was beaming with delight.
 
 
“His Majesty has his , and is very grateful to you,” he wrote hurriedly, clapping his hands and about.
 
 
“Now go and tell Oom Hi and the Kangaroo, and if they come to the conclusion that his Majesty’s complexion has been restored through using the stuff they call ‘Wallypug’s Blush,’ don’t say anything to the contrary; it will put them into a good temper and perhaps make them kinder to his Majesty.”
 
Mr. Nobody seemed quite to understand and hurried off again. He did not come back, but about half an hour afterwards there was a noise at the door of my cell, and after a great deal of at the lock, Oom Hi and the Kangaroo entered.
 
Oom Hi carried a basin and the Kangaroo a bottle of Vimbril, or Wallypug’s Blush, as it was now called.
 
They looked very , and after some kind remarks about the weather Oom Hi cleared his throat and said in a sort of apologetic voice:
 
“Er, we didn’t mean to be too severe, you know, and what we have done has been all for the best. You will be pleased to hear that my preparation, ‘Wallypug’s Blush,’ has proved satisfactory, and his Majesty the Wallypug is a living to its worth. His beautiful complexion has returned, and I have no doubt if we could persuade you to use it too it would be equally successful in your case. You will try it, won’t you?” he pleaded earnestly.
 
“Of course if my complexion, such as it is, is restored, I shall be released from here?” I hazarded.
 
“Oh! certainly,” said both animals at once, and so after surreptitiously the remainder of the Gombobble, I permitted the creatures to my face over with their precious rubbish on the distinct understanding that I should be allowed to have a good wash afterwards.
 
The Gombobble acted perfectly, and the animals were delighted when they saw the result, as they of course put it down to the effect of their “Wallypug’s Blush.”
 
“Go and fetch the Cockatoo,” said Oom Hi, “she shall judge for herself.”
 
 
So the Kangaroo went off to fetch her.
 
“Wonderful preparation, isn’t it?” said Oom Hi, gazing affectionately at his bottle of “Wallypug’s Blush.”
 
“Very!” I remarked.
 
“I knew it must be good for something or another,” he went on, “but of course we could not tell exactly what till we had tried. It very nearly cured a cold once, you know, when I called it Broncho, though I am bound to admit that it was not exactly a success as Vimbril. Do you think ‘Wallypug’s Blush’ a good title,&rd............