been sitting there long enough, for he uncrossed his stone arms from
his stone tummy, unwriggled his stone feet, and stood up, stretching
and yawning.

"My! but that was a long sleep," he said, and Marmaduke nodded his
head. Three thousand years _was_ considerable of a sleep.

Then the Billiken stretched out his hand to shake Marmaduke's. The
little boy thought it felt very cold, but his new friend's face looked
jolly enough.

"Hello!" said the Billiken, "have a game?"

"A game of what Mr. Billiken?" Marmaduke replied.

"Oh, any old thing. What's the latest?"

Marmaduke thought for a moment.

"Well, there's Duck on the Rock," he suggested, "or Roly Poly."

"Duck on the Rock sounds interesting, let's try that."

Then he waved to the other little stone images all around him.

"Come on, fellows, let's play Duck on the Rock. But how do you play
it?" he added to Marmaduke, as they reached the courtyard.

"Oh!" replied that little boy, "it's easy. You just place a little
rock on a big one, and you each stand on the line with rocks in your