CHAPTER VII
More Adventures
IT really was a delightful country to live in. There was no need to ask your way to anywhere—you just went. Almost before he knew where he was George found himself back in front of the little house.
Smoke was still curling up from the chimneys, so somebody must have been putting more coal on the fire—at least, it would seem so.
It was quite time for dinner; and, sure enough, dinner was ready. It doesn't matter what George had to eat—it would make you feel both hungry and cross if you knew.
When the meal was over George thought it was quite time to follow his fortune, but where and what was it?