“Nonsense,” said the Bee-man.  “You have not the least idea what an honest purpose is.  I shall go about, and see for myself.”

“Go ahead,” said the Very Imp, “and I will attend to this fellow who wants to be toned up.”  So saying he joined the Languid Youth.

“Look here,” said that individual, regarding him with interest, “do you black and shine yourself every morning?”

“No,” said the other, “it is water-proof varnish.  You want to be invigorated, don’t you?  Well, I will tell you a splendid way to begin.  You see that Bee-man has put down his hive and his coat with the bees in it.  Just wait till he gets out of sight, and then catch a lot of those bees, and squeeze them flat.  If you spread them on a sticky rag, and make a plaster, and put it on the small of your back, it will invigorate you like every thing, especially if some of the bees are not quite dead.”

“Yes,” said the Languid Youth, looking at him with his mild eyes, “but if I had energy enough to catch a bee I would be satisfied.  Suppose you catch a lot for me.”

“The subject is changed,” said the Very Imp.  “We are now about to visit the spacious chamber of the King of the Snap-dragons.”

“That is a flower,” said the Languid Youth.

“You will find him a gay old blossom,” said the other.  “When he has chased you round his room, and has blown sparks at you, and has snorted and howled, and cracked his tail, and snapped his jaws like a pair of anvils, your energies will be toned up higher than ever before in your life.”

“No doubt of it,” said the Languid Youth; “but I think I will begin with something a little milder.”

“Well then,” said other, “there is a flat-tailed Demon of the Gorge in here.  He is generally asleep, and, if you say so, you can slip into the farthest corner of his cave, and I’ll solder his tail to the opposite wall.  Then he will rage and roar, but he can’t get at you, for he doesn’t reach all the way across his cave; I have measured him.  It will tone you up wonderfully to sit there and watch him.”

“Very likely,” said the Languid Youth; “but I would rather stay outside and let you go up in the corner.  The performance in that way will be more interesting to me.”

“You are dreadfully hard to please,” said the Very Imp.  “I have offered them to you loose, and I have offered them fastened to a wall, and now the best thing I can do is to give you a chance at one of them that can’t move at all.  It is the Ghastly Griffin and is enchanted.  He can’t stir so much as the tip of his whiskers for a thousand years.  You can go to his cave and examine him just as if he were stuffed, and then you can sit on his back and think how it would be if you should live to be a thousand years old, and he should wake up while you are sitting there.  It would be easy to imagine a lot of horrible things he would do to you when you look at his open mouth with its awful fangs, his dreadful claws, and his horrible wings all covered with spikes.”