The three seemed likely to get into a regular muddle about this, when their attention was suddenly called off by Jaques catching sight of something that looked first like a new threepenny-piece, and in another second like a big shining tin plate.
“What’s that?” said Jaques. While he was saying this, it had grown as big as a drum.
“Perhaps it’s a giant’s dish,” said Ranulf. It was now as big as a circus.
“It’s getting too big for that,” said Jaques. By this time it was as large as a race-course, and in another second it was too great to be like anything.
CRUSTY CRESCENT.
Norval, who had been thinking, was just going to say, “Perhaps it’s the moon,” when the Man in the Moon put his head out at one side, and looking as grumpy as possible, called out—“Hi, you rascals! what do you want here?” He had evidently been wakened out of a nap by the whirr of the bicycles, for he wore a big red nightcap, and had got only one eye open.
“We aren’t rascals,” said Jaques; “if you say that, we’ll tell papa.”
“Oh,” said Norval, “are you the fellow that came down too soon?”
