“I don’t know,” said Marjorie, dolefully, “it was something very long, and sounded dreadful.”
“But what’s that he said about our being able to be any size that we wished? I’m sure I wish I was as tall as father.”
“Me, too,” said Fidge, emphatically.
“And I should love to float about in the air, I’m sure!” declared Marjorie.
The words were scarcely out of her mouth when she felt herself wafted gently off her feet, while at the same moment Dick, to Fidge’s intense surprise, suddenly shot up to the height of over six feet, and looked so very ridiculous, that all three of them burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
CHAPTER III.
THE SAGE IN THE ONION FIELD.
“How absurd,” laughed Dick, as he looked down from the—to him—enormous height of six feet. “What a thin, lanky-looking creature, I am, to be sure—and Fidge, too; he looks perfectly ridiculous”—for Fidge, also, was growing amazingly.