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68 MOONFOLK.
was putting some tobacco into the pipe, which was
almost as tall
as himself.
"Ah, Chimney-Elf and Ehoda, how do you do?
Glad to see you. Take a seat in the smoke, old fellow ;
I know you like it ;
and Rhoda, here's a cushion for
you.
" Who've you got there " ? asked the Chimney-Elf,
rudely staring at the little man, and seating himself
where the blue smoke of Sindbad's pipe would curl
around him.
" That's the King of Liliput, my boy. Picked him
up on my eighth voyage," said Sindbad, half-closing
his eyes, and peering through the smoke at the little
man.
"I thought there were only seven voyages," murmured
Khoda, and was much abashed by the suddenness
with which the sailor turned and stared in her face.
" Oh, yes, my dear," said he. " There were a good
many more than seven ;
but after those were written