“We have been here now about eight days,” said Enola, “and the time has seemed long without you all, and the place has become lonesome. Why not start this morning?”
“Well, we will, if that is the way you look at it,” said Onrai.
“I would like to extend this journey much farther, if such a thing could be possible,” said Mr. Bruce, as they rode along.
“But why?” asked Onrai.
“Well, because it has been so full of pleasant surprises and adventures. It is these things which have made our stay in On a pleasant one, and we have found many of them on this journey and elsewhere.”
“It has been fruitful of these things,” said Onrai, “but even these might grow monotonous in time.”
“Yes, I suppose so, but I could not imagine so at this time,” said Mr. Bruce.
“To us, of course,” said Onrai, “none of the things in On are new; but the adventures under this land were of a very startling nature, and I would not care to have many like it.”
“It is not at all likely that you will ever experience another such a one,” said Mr. Graham.
“I cannot tell,” said Onrai. “There is still a mystery to solve which worries me considerably.”