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Updated: June 8, 2025
Well, Hicks, how's your mother? what's the row now?" "I believe, my lord," said the usher, very meekly, "there is a pugilistic encounter somewhere on the premises the Honorable Mr. Mac " "Oh! COME along," said Lord Lollypop, "come along: this way, ma'am! Go it, ye cripples!"
Rossitur the gentleman that has taken Squire Ringgan's old place. We were so fortunate as to have them lose their way this afternoon, coming from the Pool, and they have just stepped in to see if you can't find 'em a mouthful of something they can eat, while Lollypop is a-getting ready to see them home."
"What what makes it?" asked Margy. "I I don't know," answered Mun Bun. "But it is getting littler, just like when you keep on sucking a lollypop." And that is just what the island was doing. What Margy and Mun Bun did not know was that the tide had turned, that it was rising, and that it would soon not only make their island much smaller, but would cover it from sight, leaving no island at all!
She would not go in the water herself, but stayed as near to it as she dared, on shore. Perhaps she wanted to make sure the little ducks would not drown. Of course they would not, unless a big fish pulled them under water, for ducks are made on purpose to swim. And there were no big fish in the pond, only little minnows, about half as big as a lollypop stick.
"I wish you'd kept your old flying machine," said the jay bird sorrowfully. "But you wanted to buy it back," said the little rabbit, "so it's not my fault." "Perhaps not," replied the sorrowful jay bird, "but that doesn't make matters any better." "Why, what's the trouble?" asked the little rabbit, sitting down and taking a lollypop out of his knapsack. "I had an accident," answered the jay bird.
They crossed a big grass field at a canter. Lollypop was young and raw as a calf, and Jim Silver rode well behind, giving him and his rider plenty of room. Before them was a low stake-and-bound with a drop on the far side. Lollypop flopped along toward it like a boat in a swell, flapping his long ears, bridling, and pondering whether he would have it or not. On the whole, he thought he would.
"'Tain't no use to offer a man no kind of young lollypop when he have got his mouth fixed on a nice old-fashioned pound-cake woman," he added in a ruthful tone of voice as he and Rose Mary both laughed over the trying plight in which he found his misguided love affairs. "There comes that curly apple puff now. Howdy, Louisa Helen; come across the plank and I'll give you this chair if I have to."
"Look here," gasped Mary Louise, all out of breath with running, for that Chocolate Man was the best athlete in all Peppermint City, "I said I was lost. I'm not a poetry maker. I wouldn't make poetry for anything. I want to see things, not dream about them!" "Dear me," said the Chocolate Man, and he let go the lollypop door handle, "I'm sorry. I thought you'd like to stay here."
After he had got his breath again Cuffy began to nibble at his snow mittens. And little by little to his delight he removed them. And still he kept on nibbling at his paws, and yes! he actually put them right inside his mouth and sucked them. He forgot all about his manners, for underneath the snow he found the most beautiful, waxy maple-sugar you can imagine. Each paw was just one big lollypop!
"Bunny, could you run down the street, and ask Mr. Winkler to come and take his monkey away?" "Yes'm, I'll do it," the little boy answered politely. But just then something else happened. Wango, trying to peel the wax paper from another lollypop, dropped a second one.
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