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"I don't see anything in that story to make me unhappy, even if I were a chum of Ebenezer's," said Tom, as the Andiron finished. "You don't? Don't you think it was sad that the Giant couldn't eat a boy who'd behave in that way?" asked Righty, with a scornful glance at Tom. "It was very sad, Tom," said the Lefthandiron. "So don't deny it especially if you want to go off on our trip to the stars."
"We got to get out of this," said Lafe at last. "While I put Stanley back in the biplane yon draw as much of your petrol from your tank as you can spare and put it in to mine." "All righty oh! We got to get a move on, too. Look yonder!"
"Now what do you choose, Dormy?" "All three!" roared Tom. "The Dormouse is getting his eyes open," said Lefty. "Which is very proper," put in Righty, "for there is a great deal for him to see." "Not so much as there is for me to see," said the Poker. "My, what a lot there is for me to see!"
"Don't hit it up to-night, Charley. Can't you go home one evening?" He juggled her arm. "You're a nice little girl, all righty." "There's my car." He elevated her by the elbow to the step, swinging up half-way after her to drop a coin into the box. "Take care of this little lady there, conductor, and don't let your car skid." "Oh, Charley silly!"
Another rush and roar of a passing toboggan caused them to pause in their conversation for a moment, and then Tom turned his attention to the diagram Righty had drawn on the snow. "Suppose you didn't stop at B and go back what would happen?" he asked as he considered the possible dangers of this wonderful new sport. "You'd fall over the edge, of course," said the Poker. "I see that," said Tom.
"Are you really going to the stars?" gasped Tom, breathless at the very idea and forgetting all about Ebenezer. "Perhaps," returned the Andiron. "And may I go with you?" whispered Tom. "You may if you will do whatever we tell you, and admit that you are a Dormouse," said Righty. "All right, I'll obey," said Tom. "And what did you say your name was?" asked Lefty.
You're a little turncoat, that's what they say about you." "Turncoat! Who wouldn't turn a coat they was ashamed of? I guess you all don't remember how I used to say, even back in those years when I was taking tickets down at Lute's old Fourteenth Street Amusement Parlors, how when my little minute came I was going to breeze away from the gang down there?" "I remember, all righty."
"You see, when you jump you leave the car, and we don't know whom you leave the car to until we have read your will. You might leave it to Tom or to Righty, or to the poetic Poker or to old Shaggy over there," pointing to the Polar Bear. "Inasmuch as it's our car we have a right to know to whom you leave it."
"You'll like her, too, all righty," he told Bruce confidently, "whend you git broke to her." On one of youth's candid impulses to speak up for the life on the inside, the cherished desire, the gallant ideal, the buoyant fancy, he made a supple, sudden divergence in the conversation. "D'you know," he said, "they aint no place whur I'd drur be than Mizzourah ceppen only one."
Immediately the hill tribe had eyed him with renewed interest. "Going on to Canaan!" the farmer at their head had repeated, an impressive esteem in his treatment of the word Canaan. "Gre't taown, Canaan! You strike the relroad tha' all righty.
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