"Yes," said Mollie. "The Atlantic Ocean."
"Humph!" said the Unwiseman. "How you going to get across? There ain't any bridges over it, are there?"
"No indeed," said Mollie.
"Nor no trolleys?" demanded the Unwiseman.
Mollie's reply was a loud laugh, and Whistlebinkie whistled with glee.
"Going in a balloon, I suppose," sneered the Unwiseman. "That is all of you but old Sizzerinktum here. I suppose he's going to try and jump across. Smart feller, old Sizzerinktum."
"I ain't neither!" retorted Whistlebinkie.
"Ain't neither what—smart?" said the Unwiseman.
"No—ain't goin' to jump," said Whistlebinkie.
"Good thing too," observed the Unwiseman approvingly. "If you did you'd bounce so high when you landed that I don't believe you'd ever come down."