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"Oh!" cried Marjorie, as they descended, "isn't it fortunate we have the power to float in the air; it would have been an awful plunge otherwise, wouldn't it?" "Yes," agreed Dick, reaching out his hand to Fidge, who looked just a little wee bit frightened. "I wonder what it will be like on the sea."
Where are they? Darned if I know. What I knows, certain, is this we gets in here about eight o'clock this morning, and makes fast here, and ever since then them two's been as it were on the fret and the fidge, allers lookin' out, so to speak, for summun as ain't come yet. The old chap, he went across into that there sail-maker's loft an hour ago, and t'other, he followed of him, recent.
"And me, too," declared Fidge; "me wears goves." "I don't believe it," sobbed the Dodo; "and if I did, I wouldn't, so there!" "I think you are an awful cry-baby," said Dick; "I should be ashamed, if I were you, to be always sniveling about nothing."
Fidge was a little alarmed at first, for they were really very ugly. They seemed quite amiable, however; and the Palæotherium his mouth full of banana motioned them to seats at the table, and, turning to the Dodo, said, "Haven't I seen you before?" The Dodo smirked, and, smoothing his gloves, said, in a self-conscious voice, "Very possibly we may have met before.
"Yes, I think I should," admitted Marjorie, candidly. "Do you know everything, please, Mr. Sage?" inquired Fidge, who had been very silent during this conversation, which he had not in the least been able to understand. "Yes, my dear," said the Sage, smiling affably. "Stories?" inquired Fidge, his eyes wide open with excitement and interest. The old man nodded.
"He ought to be made to sleep in another part of the train, or in a carriage by himself," grumbled Dick, scrambling back to his berth just in time to meet Fidge, who was trying to get down at the risk of breaking his neck. "Oh! Dick!" he cried, pointing to the further corner of the berth, "Look! Look! A snake!" "What?" cried Marjorie, from below, with a little scream. "A snake!" repeated Fidge.
In 1845 after saying good-bye and "Why will you go to Switzerland? there will be such a fidge about you when you're gone" Turner lost his health, and was never himself again. Gothard to Airolo," showed his condition unmistakably; and the lonely restlessness of the last, disappointing years were, for all his friends, a melancholy ending to a brilliant career.
The children walked on for some time in the direction in which the Ambassador and his followers had disappeared, and they soon found themselves out of the cave and in a kind of forest. "What funny trees," said Fidge, looking up over his head.
I'll try," and after consulting his little yellow book again for instructions, he called for a stick, which the boys soon cut from the hedge, and marked out a large square space in the meadow; and then, using some magic words, he waved the stick three times, and there stood the very marquee which Fidge had described, even to the words Piggott & Son, Tentmakers, on the canvas covering.
"How absurd," laughed Dick, as he looked down from the to him enormous height of six feet. "What a thin, lanky-looking creature, I am, to be sure and Fidge, too; he looks perfectly ridiculous" for Fidge, also, was growing amazingly. "How did it happen, Dick, dear?" asked Marjorie, in an awe-stricken voice.
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