"When we get to Ireland, you and I, we won't have anybody to pick us up and carry us about every time we get a bit tired.

And it's getting me in bad habits you are!" "Oh, _yes_, we will, Larry!" cried the handmaiden, "because many, oh, many, of my _Akka_ will go with us!" "Will you tell this--BOOB!--to put me down!" gritted the now thoroughly aroused O'Keefe.

I couldn't help laughing; he glared at me.
"Bo-oo-ob ?" exclaimed Lakla.
"Yes, boo-oo-ob!" said O'Keefe, "an' I have no desire to explain the word in my present position, light of my soul!" The handmaiden sighed, plainly dejected.

But she spoke again to the _Akka_, who gently lowered the O'Keefe to the floor.
"I don't understand," she said hopelessly, "if you want to walk, why, of course, you shall, Larry." She turned to me.
"Do you ?" she asked.
"I do not," I said firmly.
"Well, then," murmured Lakla, "go you, Larry and Goodwin, with Kra and Gulk, and let them minister to you.

After, sleep a little--for not soon will Rador and Olaf return.