Look at him now, Cheri; _doesn't_ he look as if he knew what we were saying ?" For Dudu was eyeing them unmistakably by this time, his head more on one side than ever, and his lame leg stuck out in the air like a walking-stick.
"That's _just_ how he stood at the foot of the bed, on the wood part, you know," said Hugh, in a whisper.
"And weren't you frightened, Cheri ?" said Jeanne.

"I always think Dudu looks not at all like a good fairy, when he cocks his head on one side and sticks his claw out like that.

I quite believe then that he's a wicked enchanter.

O Cheri," she went on, catching hold of Hugh, "what _should_ we do if he was to turn us into two little frogs or toads ?" "We should have to live in the water, and eat nasty little worms and flies, I suppose," said Hugh gravely.
"And that sort of thick green stuff that grows at the top of dirty ponds; fancy having that for soup," said Jeanne pathetically.

"O Cheri, we must indeed be very polite to Dudu, and take _great_ pains not to offend him; and if he comes to you in the night, you must be sure to call me at once." But the following night and several nights after that went by, and nothing was heard or seen of Monsieur Dudu.