After yawning several times; “this is not Alonzo, what’s o’clock, who wants me? your business,” said the Toy. “I think I have not been long in bed, let me take another nap.”

The Toy was preparing to compose itself to rest accordingly; but that was not the Sultan’s intention. “What persecution,” resumed the Toy. “Once more who wants me, and for what? ’tis a misfortune to be born of illustrious ancestors: how unhappy is the condition of a titled Toy! if anything could console me for the fatigues of my state, it would be the goodness of the nobleman, whose property I am. Oh! he is certainly the best man in the world in that regard. He has never given us the least uneasiness: and in return we have made great use of the liberty he granted us. What would have become of me, great Brama, if I had fallen to the share of one of those insipid wretches, who are always upon the watch? What a fine life we should have led!”