CHAPTER VI
THE JOURNEY THROUGH THE AIR
"Hurry, hurry, mamma!" cried the Twins. "Let us go."
"But how can we go?" asked the Widow Pickle of the Private Secretary, as she stood holding the second box of powder in her hand.
"I suggest, madam," said the Private Secretary, "that you might put a little of the first powder, the blue one, in the engine."
The Widow Pickle placed a pinch of the pale-blue powder upon a certain portion of the little boat, and, to her great surprise, it began to grow before her eyes.