"I shall not keep you if you want to go," said Susan.
"Then pluck the mistletoe, and let me go."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I cannot go until you pluck the mistletoe."
Sukey pulled a piece of mistletoe from the limb where they were standing, and he bowed and said,
"Now, Sukey Gray, good-day. Don't waste your sighs, but use your eyes."
With that he leaped into the air. Susy looked up, but there was only the bluejay, crying, "Jay! jay! jay!" in a peevish way, and herself looking out the window.
"What a wonderful country the White-Oak Flats must be," she said. And the more she used her eyes, the more she was satisfied that the Hoop-Pole Country was the most wonderful in the world.
[ THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF. ]
Chicken Little was a picture, sitting on the floor by the window, with a stereoscope—"the thing 'at you look fru," she calls it—in her hand, and the pictures scattered about her.