"All aboard for the ascension," someone called, and with a queer, swaying motion and sudden lurches the huge ball of gas rose slowly into the air.
"Oh, dear, I wish I'd never come!" exclaimed the woman standing next to Jerry. "Aren't you scared, little girl?"
"Oh, but don't you like it?" was Jerry's surprised answer. "I think it's wonderful. It's almost like being a bird."
Uncle Billy bent down to look at Jerry as they arose higher into the air.
"Is it as fine as you thought it would be?" he asked.
"Oh, it's heaps nicer," she cried, clapping her hands. "See how small everything is down there, and do you see the merry-go-round? What would Mary and Beth think if they knew?"
"Over those hills is Merryvale," he pointed out. "That road winding in and out leads into the town. It's the one we came by."
"Looks just like a piece of ribbon, doesn't it?" she answered.
"Seems as though we've stopped going up now," she observed a moment later.
"Well, thank goodness," sighed the woman seated next to her, "I'm sure it's plenty high enough for anybody. I'm most scared out of my wits now."