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"I am a boy," said Tom, stoutly, "and I'm not a Dormouse." Both of the Andirons laughed heartily at this, and the Righthandiron, dancing a little jig, sang over and over again this couplet: "He can't be very smart, I wis, If he can't see that's what he is." "Get him a mirror," said the Lefthandiron.
'Ha! quoth a passing whip-poor-will, 'The oranges are ripe." "The other seven went like this," observed the Righthandiron: "The day was over, and the six- Teen little darkies then Found they were in a dreadful fix, Like several other men." "There isn't anything about Sandwiches in those poems," said Tom, with a look of perplexity on his face. "No. That's where the stupidity of it comes in.
And the river O, the river. Was there anything ever like it?" Tom's mouth began to water, he knew not why. "What about the river?" he asked. "Soda water flowing from Mountain to the Sea," returned the Righthandiron, smacking his lips again ecstatically. "Just imagine it, Tom.
"His name isn't Sleepyhead," said the Righthandiron, with a grin. "It's Thomas D. Pate." "What's the D for?" asked the other. "Dozy Thomas Dozy Pate," exclaimed the Righthandiron. "His ancestors were Sleepyheads on his mother's side, and Dozy Pates on his father's side." "'Tisn't so at all!" cried Tom, indignantly. "My mama wasn't a Sleepyhead, and my name isn't Dozy Pate."
I can have my way as long as it is your way." "Precisely," said the Righthandiron, with an approving nod. "And as you may have heard, precisely means exactly so. You can have your way as long as it is my way, which shows how generous I am. Fond of my way as I am, I am willing to divide it with you." "All right," returned Tom. "I'm very much obliged. What are the two things we can do?"
"Hullo!" cried the Righthandiron. "Halloa!" called the Lefthandiron. "That's not my name," came the voice of the Poker from behind a cloud just above Tom's head. "But I know who you mean, so I answer Halloa yourself." "Where are you?" cried Lefty. "Here," called the Poker. "No, you're not," called Righty. "You're there. We are here."
"There's good advice enough for a lifetime in that, Dormy," said the Righthandiron. "And now let's see if we can move the cloud." The four little creatures set out at once to push the cloud nearer to the earth so that Tom could see the latter going around more clearly, but their efforts were in vain. The cloud wouldn't budge an inch. "No use," said the Poker, panting with his exertion.
"I can drop any distance without serious injury, being made of iron, and my friends, the Andirons, are equally fortunate. The Bellows, too, is comparatively safe. The worst that can happen to him is to have the wind knocked out of him. But " "It's Tom we're bothered about," said the Righthandiron, with an anxious glance at Lefty. "You see, we invited him to come off here with us, and "
"Sleepyhead Dozy Pate Dormouse," said Tom, with a laugh. "You'll do," returned the Righthandiron, stepping lightly out of the fireplace. "Now sit astride of my back and take hold of Lefty's right claw." Tom did as he was told, and in an instant he was flying up through space toward the stars. Off in the Clouds
"It nearly missed, but not quite. If you will look through these glasses you will see it." The Poker handed Tom a pair of strong field glasses and the lad, gazing anxiously through them, was delighted to see his wandering cap hanging, as if on a great golden hook in the sky beneath them, and which was nothing more than the last appearance of the moon itself. "Good!" cried the Righthandiron.
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