In she stepped with Bunny, her mother, Aunt Lu and Wopsie. The colored boy, who was also smiling, and showing his white teeth as Wopsie was doing, closed the iron door. Then, all of a sudden, Bunny and Sue felt themselves shooting upward.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Bunny. "We're in a balloon! We're in a balloon! We're going up!"
"Just like a skyrocket on the Fourth of July!" added Sue. She was not afraid now. She was clapping her hands.
Up and up and up they went!
"Oh, what makes it?" asked Bunny. "Is it a balloon, Aunt Lu?"
"No, dear, it's just the elevator. You see this big house is so high that you would get tired climbing the stairs up to my rooms, so we go up in the elevator. It lifts us up, and in England they call them 'lifts' on this account."
"Oh, I see!" Bunny cried, as he looked up and saw that he was in a sort of square steel cage, going up what seemed to be a long tunnel; standing up instead of lying on the ground as a railroad tunnel lies. "I see! We're going up, just like a bucket of water comes up out of the well."
"That's it!" said Aunt Lu. "And when we go down we go down just like the bucket going down in the well."
"It's fun! I like it!" and Sue clapped her hands. "I like the elevator!"
"Yes'm, it sho' am fun!" echoed Wopsie.