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Updated: July 18, 2025
Thimblefinger, laughing, but still excited by the novelty of his experience. He called to his sister: "Come on, sis. It's splendid down here." "Is it wet?" she asked plaintively. "Is it cold?" "No!" replied Buster John impatiently. "Don't be a baby." "Come on, Drusilla! You've got to come. Mamma said you must go wherever we went," cried Sweetest Susan.
When they arrived there Mr. Thimblefinger took out his tiny timepiece and held it in his hand. The children watched him with breathless interest, especially Buster John, who was thrilled with the idea of having an adventure entirely different from any that he had read of in the story-books.
Thimblefinger climbed on the back of a chair, so as to get a better view of the curious bird, but he shook his head and climbed nimbly down again. The queer bird was too much for Mr. Thimblefinger. Mr. Rabbit opened his eyes lazily and looked at it. "If I'm not much mistaken " he started to say, but Drusilla broke in without any ceremony:
He found that he could hop and jump ever so far in this queer country, and the first use he made of the discovery was to jump over Drusilla's head. This he did with hardly any effort. They skimmed along over the gray fields with no trouble at all, but Drusilla found it hard to retain her balance when she jumped high. Mr. Thimblefinger, who had a reason for everything, was puzzled at this.
"Not far from here, not very far," replied Mr. Thimblefinger, shaking his head sagely, "but it is a different country oh, entirely different." Sweetest Susan edged away from the little man at this, and Drusilla stretched her eyes. "What is it like?" asked Buster John boldly. Mr. Thimblefinger reflected a while, and then shook his head. "I can show it to you," he said, "but I can't describe it."
When Sweetest Susan raised up in bed to look around she saw Drusilla sitting on her pallet rubbing her eyes, but Billy-Billy Blackfoot was sitting by the fireplace washing his face as quietly as if nothing had happened. At first it seemed to Sweetest Susan that it had all been a dream, but presently she heard a small voice that came down the chimney: "Mr. Thimblefinger! Mr. Thimblefinger!
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