"Get up! The world is all growing and crowing,--the roosters are crowing
their heads off."
The "Mandarin of the Golden Dome" did not wait for a second summons, but
got up even as Sky-High had bidden him. It was a June morning, and he
found the world as he had been warned, "all growing and crowing."
"Have you called the governor?" asked Mrs. Van Buren, as she met
Sky-High on the stairs.
"Yes, my Lady of the Beautiful Morning."
"Did you use plain language?"
"Sky-High used the American language."
"What did you say?"
"I said, 'Get up!'"
"Oh, Sky-High, now I will have to apologize for you!"
"We never use plain language to mandarins in China," said Sky-High. "If
we did, 'whish, whish,' and our heads would be off before we could turn!"
The Mandarin of the Golden Dome came down from the chamber; and the Lady
of the Beautiful Morning explained to him that her new boy had not yet
mastered the arts of American manners, although he intended to be
correct when addressing his superiors.
"I didn't notice anything whatever incorrect," said the governor, who
had hugely enjoyed the manner of his summons. "He awoke me--what more
was needed?"