But the Magician replied: "This powder must not be used before to-morrow morning; but I think it is now cool enough to be bottled." He selected a small gold bottle with a pepper-box top, so that the powder might be sprinkled on any object through the small holes.

Very carefully he placed the Powder of Life in the gold bottle and then locked it up in a drawer of his cabinet.
"At last," said he, rubbing his hands together gleefully, "I have ample leisure for a good talk with my old friend Unc Nunkie.

So let us sit down cosily and enjoy ourselves.

After stirring those four kettles for six years I am glad to have a little rest." "You will have to do most of the talking," said Ojo, "for Unc is called the Silent One and uses few words." "I know; but that renders your uncle a most agreeable companion and gossip," declared Dr.Pipt.

"Most people talk too much, so it is a relief to find one who talks too little." Ojo looked at the Magician with much awe and curiosity.
"Don't you find it very annoying to be so crooked ?" he asked.
"No; I am quite proud of my person," was the reply.