“He threw them out of the window,” declared the children.
“Oh! Oh! Well, I never—whatever will they say next?” cried the Eterædarium, throwing up his hands and turning his eyes up to the ceiling.
“I must say it doesn’t seem a very probable story,” said the Doctor, looking out of the window; “and as I don’t see any of the basins lying about I am afraid I cannot believe your statement.”
“But that was some time ago,” argued Dick, “and as we are traveling very rapidly they must be some miles down the line by this time.”
The arrival at the Crystal Palace.
“Rubbish!” exclaimed the Dodo, “you are only making matters worse by your lame excuses. I always had my suspicions that you were a greedy lot, like all the rest of the human creatures.”
“Ahem!” coughed the Doctor, looking pained.
“Oh, you’re prehistoric—that doesn’t count,” said the Dodo, and the Doctor brightened up again.