"Why we're out—out in the country!" Peggy Wilson babbled.
"I agree," Fleming Carter said. "But let's not get panicky. We are still alive and unhurt."
"But I don't understand it," Walter Maltby said, plaintively. "I just don't understand it."
Fleming Carter regarded the little man with pity. No Jenny around to reassure the little man with her domineering bulk. Carter knew as a matter of course that Jenny would be both bulky and domineering.
Carter looked about him. They were out in open country—that was obvious. There was a huge sun and a huge blue sky and huge clouds floating overhead. Everything in place but something very wrong.
Things were just too big.
That was it, Carter told himself. The size of this new world was far out of proportion to the size of him and his new friends. They were all standing in coarse grass that reached their knees—high grass—but Carter realized instantly that the grass was not high. They themselves were short!
Wilmer Payton, holding Peggy Wilson in the crook of one arm, looked about through eyes that obviously sent no intelligent messages to his brain. He turned them on Carter and said, "I don't get any of this."
"I think I know what happened," Carter said.