“Yes, it would have been rather jolly,” said Marjorie. “Don’t you think perhaps the Prehistoric Doctor could manage to set it going? Let’s ask him.”
“Well, my dear,” said the Doctor, when consulted on the subject, “I don’t know much about machinery, but I’ll try, if you like.”
“What’s that?” inquired the Dodo, just then coming up, he having failed to get on with the rowing to his own or anybody else’s satisfaction.
“Why, we are just discussing the question of setting this roundabout going,” explained the Doctor.
“Pooh! the easiest thing in the world,” said the Dodo. “You just get on, and I’ll soon start you off.”
“All right,” cried the Doctor, getting astride one of the horses.
“Hold on!” cried the Palæotherium; “let us get on, too.”
And he and several of the others clambered up to their places.
“I think,” whispered Marjorie, nervously, “that we had better wait and see how they get on, before trying ourselves.”
“That’s just like a girl,” cried Dick—“afraid of everything.”