"I am so glad I met you. You have taught me how to be happy, and I am sure I have lost eighteen hundred and seven tons in weight, I feel so light and gay; and—joy! oh, joy! I no longer see double! My eyes must be straight."
"They are," said Jimmieboy. "Straight as—straight as—well, as straight as your hair is curly."
And that was as good an illustration as he could have found, for the sprite's hair was just as curly as it could be.
CHAPTER VIII.
ARRANGEMENTS FOR A DUEL.
WHERE are you going, Jimmieboy?" asked the sprite, after they had walked along in silence for a few minutes.
"I haven't the slightest idea," said Jimmieboy, with a short laugh. "I started out to provision the forces before pursuing the Parawelopipedon, but I seem to have fallen out with everybody who could show me where to go, and I am all at sea."
"Well, you haven't fallen out with me," said the sprite. "In fact, you've fallen in with me, so that you are on dry land again. I'll show you where to go, if you want me to."
"Then you know where I can find the candied cherries and other things that soldiers eat?" asked Jimmieboy.