“Of course,” the patient voice below was saying, “if you really think that you couldn’t find the road, I could draw you a map and send it up by the hair route. But I really think—”
“Blump!”
The rock had turned over on his unprotected head and flattened him out forever. Such was his first thought. When he finally collected himself, his eyeglasses, and his senses, he sustained a second shock more violent than the first.
Two paces away, the Voice, duly and most appropriately embodied, sat half-facing him. The Voice’s eyes confirmed his worst suspicions, and, dazed though they were at the moment, there were deep lights in them that wholly disordered his mental mechanism. Nor were her first words such as to restore his deranged faculties.
“Oh-h! Aren’t you gogglesome!” she cried dizzily.
He raised his hands to the huge brown spectacles.
“Wh—wh—what did you come down for?” he babbled. There was a distinct note of accusation in the query.
“Come down! I fell!”
“Yes, yes; that may be true—”
“May be!”