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"Oh! thanks, that's jolly!" cried Fidge, clapping his hands, and they all sat down again, while the old man began as follows: "It was on a dark winter's night, and the hot sun was pouring down upon the " "Oh!" interrupted Marjorie, "I beg your pardon, but haven't you made a mistake? It couldn't have been dark, you know, if the sun was shining." The Sage frowned severely.
What do you say to that, eh?" The Dodo, who during the first part of the speech looked very crestfallen, brightened up considerably. "Yes, I should think that would do," he said; "I'll just go and ask the others." "What others?" demanded the gentleman. And the Dodo explained about Marjorie, and Dick, and Fidge, who had been waiting in the cab all this time.
"This is the gentleman who tells stories, godmamma," said Vera. "And knows all about the Wallypug and the Dodo and Shin Shira, and all sorts of things," declared Dick. "And if you ask him " began Fidge, when the Duchess interrupted him. "Really, children, you mustn't rattle on so.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Marjorie, in dismay. "I'm sure we can't do that! Why, you are as big as we are!" "Well, I'm sure I don't know what is to be done," said the Dodo. "I won't get into the water again for any one, so there." Just then, Fidge, who had been playing on the shore, ran back with the news that the little thin fish wanted to speak to them. "Oh!
Dick found a stick floating about, which he used as a punting pole, and soon had the table through the window and out into the garden. "I'll be captain," he cried, "and you and Fidge shall be passengers, Sis."
Having done so, he turned to the children and smiled, at least that's what they afterwards found out he was doing; but, really and truly, he made such a curious grimace that poor little Fidge was frightened, and wanted to run away.
"Oh, yes, please," clamored Marjorie, and immediately afterwards a rope ladder was let down, and one or two of the little men hung over the ledge to steady it. "Come along," cried Marjorie, leading the way, while Fidge followed next, repeating over and over, with a delighted chuckle, "We are going to see the Pan jan de lum! We are going to see the Pan jan de lum!"
"It doesn't matter about your being old," said Fidge, snuggling up to me and catching hold of my arm; "you're not like most grown-ups, and don't mind us larking about a bit." "I hope not," I said smilingly. "Besides, he isn't old," chimed in Lady Betty, "at least not very," she qualified.
I wish I'd never seen the wretched old gloves." The balloon by this time was almost directly overhead and was descending rapidly. Presently two ropes were thrown out, and a muffled voice cried, "Catch hold of these, please." Dick politely ran forward and hung on to one rope, while Marjorie and Fidge took the other.
The gnomes all threw up their hands in dismay. "Why, we saw it," cried Marjorie, excitedly. "Didn't we, Dick?" The little man on the ostrich turned around sharply, and after staring at the children for a moment, shouted "Who are you?" "I am Dick Verrinder, sir, and this is my sister Marjorie, and our little brother Fidge," said Dick politely. "We are spending our summer holiday at Mrs.
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