“Is that it?” asked Dick, pointing to the enormous object lying at his feet.
The Dodo gave a start.
“Er—er—oh—my!” he exclaimed. “I do believe—why, surely it isn’t—yes—yes—bless me, if I don’t believe that it really is my glove. Why, whatever has happened to it?”
“It certainly looks rather large for you,” remarked the Palæotherium.
“Large! why it’s prodigious!” exclaimed the Dodo.
“What size do you wear?” asked Marjorie, who was enjoying the fun.
The Dodo undid the glove which he had on and looked inside.
“Sevens,” he remarked.
“And this,” said Dick, kicking the enormous glove open, “is marked ninety-nines!”
“I don’t believe I could wear that size,” said the bird, disconsolately. “Whatever is to be done?”