t the Hole-keeper as
he said this, saw that his face was gradually and very curiously losing
its expression, and that his nose had almost entirely disappeared.

"What's the matter?" inquired Davy, anxiously.

"The matter is that I'm going back into the raw material," said the
Hole-keeper, dropping his book, and sitting down helplessly in the sand.
"See here, Frinkles," he continued, beginning to speak very thickly;
"wrap me up in my shirt and mark the packish distingly. Take off shir
quigly!" and Davy had just time to pull the poor creature's shirt over
his head and spread it quickly on the beach, when the Hole-keeper fell
down, rolled over upon the garment, and, bubbling once or twice, as if
he were boiling, melted away into a compact lump of brown sugar.

Davy was deeply affected by this sad incident, and, though he had never
really liked the Hole-keeper, he could hardly keep back his tears as he
wrapped up the lump in the paper shirt and laid it carefully on the big
book. In fact, he was so disturbed in his mind that he was on the point
of going away without marking the package, when, looking over his
shoulder, he suddenly caught sight of the Cockalorum standing close
beside him, carefully holding an inkstand, with a pen in it, in one of
his claws.

"Oh! thank you very much," said Davy, taking the pen and dipping it in
the ink. "And will you please tell me his name?"

The Cockalorum, who still had his head done up in flannel, and was
looking rather ill, paused for a moment to reflect, and then murmured,
"Mark him '_Confectionery._'"

[Illustration: "THE COCKALORUM CAREFULLY INSPECTED THE MARKING."]

This struck Davy as being a very happy idea, and he accordingly printed
"CONFEXIONRY" on the package in his very best manner. The Cockalorum,
with his head turned critically on one side, carefully inspected the
marking, and then, after earnestly gazing for a moment at the inkstand,
gravely drank the rest of the ink and offered the empty inkstand to
Davy.

"I don't want it, thank you," said Davy, stepping back.

[Illustration: "'I'M PRETTY WELL, I THANK YOU,' SAID DAVY."]

"No more do I," murmured the Cockalorum, and, tossing the inkstand
into the sea, flew away in his usual clumsy fashion.

Davy, after a last mournful look at the package of brown sugar, turned
away, and was setting off along the beach again, when he heard a
gurgling sound coming from behind a great hummock of sand, and, peeping
cautiously aro