“The Equator,” said Dick; “but I’m sure we can’t go all that way after him, and get back in a week.”
“You could if you went by sea,” said the Sage.
“What do you mean?” asked Dick.
“Why, I could give you an introduction to the King of the Fishes, you know, and he might lend you his dolphins; they travel at a rare pace, and would get you there in no time.”
“Oh, yes,” cried Marjorie, “of course we can go under the sea, don’t you know, the paper says so. Wouldn’t it be jolly, even if we didn’t find the Dodo?”
“Don’t want to be drownded, and get all deaded,” objected Fidge.
“You wouldn’t be, dear,” said Marjorie. “Brother Dick wouldn’t take us anywhere where we should come to any harm.”
“How should we get there, I wonder?” asked Dick, thoughtfully.
“I’ll show you—come along,” said the Sage, getting up and leading the way.
The children followed, and the little gnomes, now all reduced to their proper size, came trooping along after them.