"And Swizz-izzer-land," put in Whistlebinkie.
"Swizz-what?" cried the Unwiseman.
"Switzerland," said Mollie. "It's Switzerland, Whistlebinkie."
"Thass-watised, Swizz-izzerland," said Whistlebinkie.
"What's the good of them?" asked the Unwiseman.
"O they're nice places to visit," said Mollie.
"Do you walk there?" asked the Unwiseman.
"No—of course not," said Mollie with a smile. "They're thousands of miles away, across the ocean."
"Across the ocean?" ejaculated the Unwiseman. "Mercy! Ain't the ocean that wet place down around New Jersey somewhere?"