"Why don't everyone
sit on the floor? You never feel as if you might slip off the floor."
"Ah," said Mitchell, "if we were not always trying to rise above Nature we
should all be sitting where Nature intended,--when we weren't swinging by
our tails and picking cocoanuts."
"Come on and let's go somewhere else," said Burnett. "Every time I look at
somebody it's someone else and that makes me nervous."
"Now see what you've done!" said the parrot.
"Did you know his long suit when you bought him?" Clover asked Burnett.
"No," said Burnett; "they told me that he didn't use slang and that was
all."
It was well along in the evening--or night--and a brisk discussion arose as
to where to go next.
"I'll tell you," said Clover, "we'll take a ride. Let me see what time is
it?--12.30. Just the time for a drive. We'll take three cabs and sally
forth and drive up and down and back and forth in the cool night air."
"And jews-harps!" cried Burnett. "Oh, I say, there's a bully idea! We'll
go to a drug store and buy some jews-harps and play on them as we drive
along. We'll each sing our own tune, and the effect will be so novel.
Let's do it."
"Jews-harps--" said Clover thoughtfully, "jews-harps for three cabs--that'll
make--let me see--that'll make--" he hesitated.
"Oh, the driver will make the change," said Burnett impatiently. "Come on.
If we're going to have the cabs and jews-harps it's time to get out and
take the stump in the good cause.
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