"That's a very funny Toby," whispered Gladys. "I never saw a dog Toby like that before. Why, Freda, it's Teddy! Tommy Stapleton's Teddy! However did he get there?"

"So it is," said Freda. "We ought to tell John James."

"There he is coming," said Gladys, and off she ran, bursting with eagerness to tell how she had discovered the Teddy who was "wanted" by all the policemen in Golliwogland.

John James was as much excited as Gladys. Freda lent him her water-can, and Tommy found a constable, and the three of them pushed their way through the crowd.

Just as the wicked, much be-frilled Toby was biting Mr. Punch's scarlet nose, he felt a sudden stream of water splashing down his face, and a heavy hand on his shoulder, while a stern voice said:

"Edward Bear, I arrest you."

In vain he struggled and tried to jump down "behind the scenes." Tommy and John James assured him that anything he said would be taken down in writing and used against him as evidence, and after a good deal of scrimmaging five Golliwog policemen marched the wicked Teddy away.

"He's a very bad lot," said Tommy rejoining Gladys and Freda, "He actually said he was a relation of mine; nephew, I think it was. I'm glad they've caught him. Whew! I am hot! Isn't it nearly tea-time?"

"The time? I'll see. No trouble at all," said Mr. Bunney who came hurrying up at the moment. He picked a dandelion and began to blow at it, counting the while.

"One---two--three--four--five--six--"

"Oh, I say," said Tommy, "it can't be six o'clock yet." But the Rabbit went on.

"Seven---eight--nine--ten--eleven--"

"Here, come on," cried Tommy, "that old buffer's quite mad; he's blowing the air, not the dandelion."

He hurried the little girls to the Grand Hotel, ordered tea for three, with ice-cream and pancakes, and the trio made an excellent meal. When they had finished and were strolling along the Promenade towards the station, they met the Rabbit again.

"It's a hundred and twenty-one o'clock." he cried. "I thought it was getting late. Time for Plush-Mole to be in-doors. He gets asthma if he stays out. I must find him," and off scampered Peter with the dandelion in his hand, and his trumpet sticking out of his pocket.

"Who in the world is this coming now?" said Tommy. "This is a queer place."

"Why, it's our Carlo, isn't it?" said Gladys. "What has he got round his neck?"

Carlo trotted up, and they saw that round his neck he had a piece of cardboard tied with a bit of scarlet ribbon. These words were printed on it:

GRAND CONCERT ON THE SANDS AT SEVEN-THIRTY. MR. BARKER PUPP WILL SING.

"Shall we go?" said Tommy. "Our train starts back at a quarter past nine. Let's go and see what they mean to do."

On the sands the Dogs had erected a kind of platform. In one corner sat the orchestra--a number of Fox Terriers who played on combs--and really they made quite a good deal of noise.

Carlo was at the piano, and every now and then he shouted instructions to the orchestra. It was very funny to see him playing with all four of his feet; but then, as he said, he was able in this way to use the whole of the piano at once.

It would take far too long to tell you all that these funny Doggies did to amuse the tremendous and ever increasing crowd of Toys, who came from all parts of the town to hear them. But the song which was most appreciated was the one sung by Mr. Barker Pupp, who had dressed himself like a schoolboy, in a Norfolk suit with a satchel over his shoulder. This was the first verse:

_Oh, wouldn't it be splendid If my school days all were ended And I could change with yonder butterfly. I'd live on sweets and honey, And wouldn't it be funny If old Stubbins saw me gaily flutter by?_

Tommy grew very red.

"I don't care very much for that," he whispered. "It's silly."

"Be quiet," said Gladys; "there's going to be another verse."

The orchestra flourished their combs, played a few bars with their heads on one side, and then Mr. Barker Pupp, looking straight at Tommy, sang the next verse:

_But the Butterfly so yellow, Said, "O my, you silly fellow," And he laughed so loud he very nearly burst._

Here the audience tittered, and pointed at Tommy. The small Gollies and Teddies climbed on their papa's shoulders to see him, while Mr. Pupp sang loudly:

_Goodness gracious, don't you know it? Why, your lesson books must show it-- You would have to be a CATERPILLAR first!_

"Ladies and gentlemen, you will please sing the last line as a chorus," shouted Carlo, thumping on the piano. And then they all began to sing as loudly and as fast as they could. A perfect babel of voices arose, in what seemed a senseless mixture of words, and it sounded in the ears "of the children something like this:

_You would have to be a Caterpillar first. A Caterpillar Paterkiller Lattertiller Ratterlillar You would have to be a Pillercater first. You would have----_

"I'm going to get out of this," said Tommy, scrambling through the crowd. "It's a shame! I never said that."

"Said what?" asked Gladys, pushing after him with Freda following close behind. "Who said you said anything?"

But Tommy made his way to the edge of the crowd and began running along the promenade for his life.

_Paterkiller Latterkiller Ratterlillar_

sang the Toys in chorus.

"Good gracious, they're coming after us!" cried Freda. "Run, Gladys! I'm afraid of them."

Oh, how the children ran! And behind them came the breathless panting crowd. Gollies, Pollies, Teddies, Dogs, Cats, Rabbits and Dolls, all mixed up together, and everyone shouting the chorus of Mr. Barker Pupp's song at the top of his voice.

Up the hill to the station sped Tommy; he burst in at the gate, passed the ticket collector like a shot, and got into the train. He drew the blinds down and sat in the farthest corner. Horrors! The door handle turned, but to his great relief it was only Freda, Gladys and John James.

"Just in time!" said the latter, mopping his forehead. "I'm sure we're much obliged to you for reminding us that it was time to catch the train. We might all have been left behind."