Zelida laugh’d till she panted for breath. The Toyman thought within himself that she had the vapors, or was out of her senses, and had patience. At length Zelida ceased.

“Well,” said she, “the business relates to our Toys, our own Toys, do you understand me, Mr. Frenicol? To be sure you cannot be ignorant, that for some time past several Toys have prattled like magpies: now we would be very glad that ours would not follow this bad example.”

“Ah! now I take it, that is to say,” replied Frenicol, “that you want a muzzle each.”

“Very right, you have hit it off truly. I have been told that Mr. Frenicol was no fool.”

“Madam, your goodness is very great. As to what you require, I have of all sorts, I go this moment to bring you some.”