“THE OLD GENTLEMAN HURRIED OFF.”
“I’m going to buy an excuse for not having found out what a Goo is,” he hurriedly explained to Girlie. “And this is Thursday—early-closing day, you know; so, if I don’t hurry up, I shall be too late. Good-bye. See you later;” and, taking the Doctor-in-law’s arm again, the old gentleman hurried off, stopping half-way across the meadow to call out, “Can you run?”
“Yes!” Girlie shouted back, wondering what he wanted to know for.
“Very well, then; we’ll arrange a Human Race for you by-and-by,” returned the Royal Microscopist, hurrying down the hill and out of sight.
CHAPTER VIII
CAN A PIG PERCH?
GIRLIE sat down under a tree in the meadow after they had gone. It was very pleasant resting there in the shade, and she felt quite happy and contented, and was just making up her mind to gather some of the large marguerites, of which there were a great many growing amongst the grass, when a loud “S-q-u-a-a-k” above her head made her look up. A large Crow was sitting up in the tree gazing down at her.
“I thought that would make you look up,” he said. “If it hadn’t I should have dropped an acorn down on to your nose.”
