He plumped down on the hot sand beside the dog and hugged it, calling it "Dear Tumbu," and when the white cat jealously rubbed her back against his little fat person he hugged her too and called her "Darling Down." "Hark to the Lord-of-the-Universe giving his creatures names!" said Foster-mother piously.

So after that everybody called the golliwog dog Tumbu, and the fluffy cat Down.
This was the beginning of a whole week on camel back; a very pleasant week too, though the minds of the elders were rather on the stretch concerning the fate of King Humayon and Queen Humeeda.
Still the sky was as blue as blue could be, the sun shone bright and the air was crisp with coming winter.

Head-nurse spent most of her days dozing and mumbling long strings of titles in one pannier, while Down slept and purred on her lap.

In the other pannier were Foster-mother and Baby Akbar.

The little fellow did not sleep much, but spent most of his time craning over the pannier side to see everything there was to be seen.