The Padd.

This curious little Creature never comes out in the same place only about once a year—that keeps his vallew up. They take him round in a selloon carrige with his name very large on the outside hermiticly seeld and deckerated with maden-hare ferns and rare browcades. They stop at the towns and let him out to play for a few minutes and then all the ladies in dabbly dresses weep and gassp and shreek out "Divvine!" andsettra and rush about after him till the pollice steps in—then they kiss the legs of the piyanno and mone for a fortnight after.

He looks more like a mopp than anything I think.